The one word the Oracle was certain she wanted me to use this morning was coffee.
drink stars in your morning coffee ask for sky voices to wake the heart remember the magic lingering like oceans dancing on rhythms of never mind give time the eye of breath listen with flying colors sail open the dark hole of night
I needed herbal tea and drank peppermint chamomile lemon ginger—aromas filled the afternoon
awakened this morning my head pounded with forgotten caffeine—I had neglected to include coffee
I needed to smell the coffee pot brewing– inhale the cup–cravings satisfied– snug, reblanketed
I wrote two blanket poems yesterday–one was depressing and the other too enigmatic, to put it kindly. This poem came to me spontaneously this morning as I waited for my caffeine to brew–along with a drawing to help the time pass more quickly.
A quadrille for dVerse, where Merril has given us the word blanket