The Giving by Frances Cotter

The Giving

 

So I was given

the gift of land

the size of my cloak.

I wanted to damn

the meanness of the man.

 

Snakes writhed and scorpions

glistened in the dark caves

of me. But I spread

my cloak, on their reptilian

heads. I spread a shimmering

green upon them and the touch

of the cloth calmed them

and they became lost

in the plush of my green.

 

When I opened my eyes

my cloak was on the ground

spreading and catching

sunlight. Spreading,

and the Chieftain’s horse

reared in fright.

 

It spread from my feet.

It spread from my feet.

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