Cinders (reposted from 08/29/2012)

Cinders

By

Lisa A.Williams

Anointed-

unknowingly

by brick

or board.

Trash,

they were called

those tow headed girls

wanting to purge

this dry christening

which scathed

skin and soul,

its adornment

crushing the

childhood chant,

“names will never

hurt me.”

Lingering lyrics-

notes carried high

by those who sang of

castaways,

smelling of smoke

and cinder.

Undetected

by thought or word,

somehow they knew

the fire was always

smoldering.

Trash-

to be discarded,

unworthy.

They were singed

yet somehow

rose from the flames

and bore their blistering-

purified.