Plague vs Blessing

We praise our dragonfly, a blade of light,
It skims the ponds and thins the whining swarm
We curse the mosquito that hunts the night.

One feeds on pests, a mercy in our sight,
The other drinks from us to keep it alive and warm
We praise the dragonfly, its edge of light.

We bless what helps us sleep a little tight,
And damn what leaves our blood and bodies torn
We curse the mosquito that hunts the night.

Names come easy when the scale feels right
Boon for our comfort, pest by what it harms;
We praise the dragonfly, a spear against blight.

So ask of us, beneath history’s Ivory light:
For those who come after, what name is sworn
Were we the boon that held the future tight,
Or the pest that spreads a plague through the night?

Smokey Ash    

In every dream I see you in fire.
It wasn’t fate yet I fed the flame after the fire

My grief was silent, not like the public choir.
Each voice professed your silent under the ashes.
Of the fire

A thief of my desire
I wore you borrowed silk, its strands on fire

Shame returned as I walked by the pyre.
I was desperate, to, this time, save you from that fire.

You brought forth a truth I couldn’t acquire
We are the ash that lingers, after the fire.

Guardian

A Guardian is a protector someone with a shield
Let me tell you about my guardian
And the sword she wields.

My protector is a fighter
I have no worry about her prowess as a healer.
For me she is invulnerable as a suit of armor.
Yet even the most royal archetype can have a flaw.

I got a mirror that let me travel through time.
To see that berserker in her weakest design.
Here she was worried about her mistakes.
That she keeps making with no escape.

I showed her a photo of her family looking strong
Does that look like you’ve been doing it wrong
It looks like love patient and true
And for that love we thank you.

Thank you my dear sister
May you remain that caring guardian forever

Reilly Andre is currently in his senior year at St. Benedict’s Prep in Newark, NJ.