New Poetry by J.E. McCollough Kintsugi The breaks on my soul Are only ever repaired Slowly. Old pieces Of the broken bowl, Fixed Back into their usual places With silver. With gold. Molten laces gleaming Across my chest, Across my beard, And spreading from the corners of my eyes. Liked it? Take a second to support Wrath-Bearing Tree on Patreon!Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related J. E. McCollough J. E. McCollough is a Marine combat veteran and the author of the poetry collection, Aftermath.
Good poem! I appreciate the kintsugi metaphor, healed scars are the gold mined from the past. If you liked this one he’s published a book on Amazon called ‘Aftermath’. Reply
So love this. will start looking for your book.
Good poem! I appreciate the kintsugi metaphor, healed scars are the gold mined from the past.
If you liked this one he’s published a book on Amazon called ‘Aftermath’.