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half thinking I was in a dream.
The next day amongst the violets
a cascade of ruby-red flowers
with a swirl of petals like
a fine silk dress grew.
I do not know what force
called to me
from the darkness to find the star.
To treat it like a seed to be planted,
to be nourished by my hands
so it would flower.
Something deep within
told me that I should not
speak of this to anyone.
That no one
should ever know
what I had done.
Shared Secrets
‘Where are we going?’
Styx asked again,
as I led her from the cave,
with its safe mossy rocks.
I turned to her.
‘You will see, I promise.’
Styx grumbled to herself,
‘Just because you’re the Goddess
of Oracles doesn’t mean
everything has to be a secret.’
I laughed at her words
and shot back,
