broken things

By Annette Marie Hyder

you love the burnt things
the broken wings
the missing pieces
the shattered hearts wrapped up
with bandages and twine

you just know that somewhere
in the soot, in the ashes
in the detritus and wreck
are hidden things, overlooked
treasures all the brighter
for having been through trial and fire

i see you collecting lost souls
like butterflies in jars
without lids
so they can fly out anytime they want
your heart is a magnifying glass
that makes everyone else’s look all the bigger
your eyes illuminate their dark corners
turning spider webs to fairy-flax

your hands carry smoke and splinters
transmuted to bars of gold and perfumed incense