This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Gettysburg chapter.
This is a poem I wrote as a free-write exercise in my Intro to Creative Writing class!
Three legs and a round body,
smelling of henna and incense,
surrounded by stones of beauty
breathing life, love, and power
into each other.
I pick you up.
I feel your soft edges
made of clay and baked in sunlight.
My hands smell of your generosity,
your blessing, your love.
I take you, my lucky pig,
occasionally lifting you to my nose
to enjoy your sweet scent of peace.
My breath slows and my heart
no longer races.
I pull you to my chest,
hoping your blessing will come
to me once more.
Seeking solace in your
three legs, round body, your scent
of henna and incense
until you start to smell of
me instead.