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The Seed of her Heart by Isabelle Andres

This came to me, a long while ago, almost in a burst, writing itself on a piece of paper, following its very own rhythm...

It had a mind of its own, I am not too sure if it wanted to be a poem, a fairy tale or what. I let it be what it wanted to be and I saw the river from Paulo Coelho’s novel and the witch from Philip Pullman’s novels happily sneaking in. I let it do what it wanted to do and it decided to reveal itself today.

I suspect it is now ready to share a message, a message that was entrusted to us by our yoga teacher a little while ago now: “We all have a seed of love within us, sometimes our journeys take us astray from it, sometimes we may let it dry, but it is in each and all of us, for us to connect or reconnect with, for us to find and cherish.” 

The Seed of her Heart
by Isabelle Andres

Once upon a time, 
There was a man,
Whose cold heart,
Would turn to ice,
All that he found in his path,
And like in most fairy tales,
Our heroine was almost stale,
As when her fate joined his,
Her wild heart almost became,
One of those extinct species.

Midnight passed,
Yet no prince strikes,
Her anxious heart,
Forever trapped,
To this ice-cold frozen path,
By the River Piedra,
Our heroine cries,
Calling for a soaring eye.

There is no time left,
Serafina casts a spell,
The seed of her heart,
Can sprout again,
And like in most fairy tales, 
Our heroine’s heart,
For ever bloomed,
In an eternity of wild woods.

Isabelle Andres: A few years ago, I decided to embark on a new journey, a rather personal one, one of self-discovery and so I began to let go of all I once was to become all I am and will be. Along the way, I have discovered myself a passion for photography, writing, reading and dancing amongst many other things. I find my inspiration in Nature and contemporary art and I love to explore the creative and spiritual spheres. From introspective journaling I somehow began to venture in the land of poetry. My first poem came to me whilst I was absorbed as I often am in a moment of Nature contemplation. Recently I have begun to venture in the land of fictional writing and I now secretly dream that one day I will be the proud author of a novel. I can be found on my website Belle Pan’s Maze and on my writer’s page on Facebook.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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