All inside me was eternal radiance. Unwavering spirit, fail to abandon me On the eve of our next meeting.
Let the inner blackness be your place of rest; Let the cacophony of the deeps be your lullaby. Time is your mother, devotion is your killer. Speak not of the end of things, Speak not of the fallen leaves under the feet of ravens. Instead, point my eyes toward cloudless night - The return of your faceless, nameless kin, Impossible to ignore. They present themselves in the shape Of the silent bear; the restless mother. Go forth into the glimmer.
< previously published in "Autumn 2022: Little Thorns at the Back of Your Throat Are the Hardest to Remove" by Sunday Mornings at the River >
Madison Ryan is a journalism student from Newfoundland, Canada. She is endlessly inspired by the unpredictable nature, beauty and beings of the world around her; as well as mythology of all kinds. At the time of writing, her writing has won a Newfoundland and Labrador Arts and Letters Award, and appears in Snowflake Magazine and Amon Hen. Madison is on Instagram and Twitter as @_madisonjuliet.