The Vase by Lynn Valentine

The Vase

The fractures started with the small things, the usual complaints, stress at work, money, love. False births and true deaths led to the dead jigsaw of shape in her life, the hope of children,
the loss of adults. The vase exploded in slow-motion.
Others felt the sharp chips and shards bounce and recoil into a charred heap of nothingness.
The summer after the vase was a white time, the bright light of the psych ward, the chalk of tablets, the talk and more talk, the lean towards home.
Slowly the gilding took place.
The fresh breath of home in the Highlands, the view of the mountains, dogs, love and family
held each shattered piece of the vase.
And somehow they mended, friends carried the weight of the fragments. They spun and they soldered, offered up their hope. The gold came from all corners. The vase slowly took shape. 

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Lynn Valentine writes between dog walks on the Black Isle in the Scottish Highlands. She is widely published, both in print and online. She has won and been placed in competitions.  Lynn won a place on the Cinnamon Press mentoring scheme and in 2020 will be mentored by them, working towards her first poetry collection.

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