On Gunpowder and Stardust

I was not born a loaded gun,
all metal in the teeth,
a mouthful of lead.
I was forged into weaponry;
first word “gunpowder.”
I was not born the cannon
but I was born on the ship,
daughter of a turbulent sea,
and I guess that makes me
twice as guilty.

My daughter’s first word
will be “reincarnation.”
Made from molten metal
and stardust, she will know
the universe from the beginning.
She will not be born celestial,
maybe, but she will know
that she has traveled here
before, a gift greater
than this spitfire tongue.

Reviews

[Phoenix Morgan]

I like the imagery you present here and the way the words kind of roll like waves!

[Katie R. S.]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

[Bare trees]

I like this, its got a kick to it. :) Welcome to WC.

[Katie R. S.]

I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for the comment and the welcome. =)

[Bare trees]

You're welcome.