A Quiet Remedy - J. M. Crole
- J.M. Crole
- Mar 23
- 1 min read
Shrieking mystery. A voice calls to me.
Remembrance of pain long ago- waiting in the shadows.
Tap, tap, tap.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ring, ring, ring.
Echos of yesterday vibrating.
Oceanic waves rushing. I hear them sing.
Symphonies from ancient ruins. Calling from the ethers.
Drumming on my heart. Vibrations ripple through the fabric of reality.
Drip, drip, drip.
Whistling wind at my window.
I hear the songs of the trees, singing through me without a sound.
In the liminal space. Quiet, still and simmering.
That voice whispering, loud, booming, inaudible.
Under one’s breath, soundlessly clamouring.
In silence she calls, swiftly. Banging the drums.
Primal scream delivered most delicately.
Shatters rocks and glass.
Screaming through the realms of time.
Pierced a hole.
Ears bleeding. A quiet remedy.
A humming.
A deafening silence.
Rumbling in the distance.
A voice calls to me.
J. M. Crole
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J. M. Crole
Published Poet. Mystic.
Jenn has been working as a Psychic-Medium professionally, since 2010. At ten years old Jenn started to write in her journal. Expressing the wild depth of human emotions she encountered on a daily basis.
As a child she communed with the natural and mystical realms. Her various offerings capture the magic within and all around us.
Jenn is a seeker of beauty, loves van life and all things whimsical.
IG: @jenncrole_psychicstarlite
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