Indigo nights, an ancient moon
these things can heal us
for the moon is a silver coin
to be exchanged for secrets
so view the world in metaphors
and emphasise the ordinary
create something familiar
but also, unfamiliar
something that lingers
in the depths of the soul
becoming a part of you
transmute your own pain
create beauty from darkness
shed your skin like a snake
until all that is dark turns to light
we are remade in the crucible of fire
melted down then reformed by desire
the wonderful alchemy of poetry
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 