Magnum Veritas

Magnum Veritas

A Poem by Zoe Richardson

More All Saints than Halloween, but better late than never!


My mind twists with the smoke and the wraiths 

The way lighting a candle can draw out my faith 

I dream not of witches on all Hallow’s Eve 

But of silk and fine velvet with color-slashed sleeves 


The cold brush of melancholy at the edge of my pain 

Dances with words like spring dances with rain 

I turn from the gold and make silver my friend 

When all this over how shall I begin 


There are tears in the sunlight that blesses the earth 

A twist that calls back to the place of my birth 

The black seam we gather beats back the cold 

Bone and blood in the darkness, the price of my coal 


As we sink we are rising but where shall I go 

The stars give the answer but how shall I know 

The river remains and its ripples remind 

The truth is the hardest thing to find 


-Zoe Richardson

© 2021 Zoe Richardson

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When you sink to the depths, and you can't go any lower, the only way is up. There is much pain and darkness in this write but I also caught some softness and light. You took me on a journey Zoe.


Posted 8 Months Ago

Zoe Richardson

8 Months Ago

This was written in a time of great upheaval. It is about emerging from darkness, like being rescued.. read more
Hi Zoe, although there is such pain in this write, at the end the feelings seem to rise from the darkness to thoughts of light. I have always said that beauty can be found in the heart of sadness and there is a beauty to this write. You write with the strongest emotion. Have a wonderful Friday. Hugs always....Mike.

Posted 9 Months Ago

Zoe Richardson

9 Months Ago

I was working through a lot when I wrote this. It's supposed to evoke feelings of emerging from dark.. read more
Today, I'm in an especially melancholy mood, and reading this poem echoes my feelings. Some lines taste like salty tears in the throat, and I wonder how many people are out there that really sense the beauty "at the edge of pain"? My rational mind tried to make sense of these words, and construct some kind of meaning out of them, but I decided to be satisfied with the experience of melancholic beauty of the highest order.

Posted 9 Months Ago

Zoe Richardson

9 Months Ago

At the risk of exposing all my secrets, this poem is basically a reflection on Grief. I wrote it not.. read more
SO truthful, Loved your last line so much. The coal part made me think of Charlie Brown's Halloween when He kept getting a Rock. This is wonderful Zoe....

Posted 9 Months Ago

Zoe Richardson

9 Months Ago

Thank you, Kerra! I absolutely love that part of the Charlie Brown special. When my children would g.. read more
This is absolutely fantasytic as you bring to life the true meaning of Halloween.

Posted 9 Months Ago

Zoe Richardson

9 Months Ago

Thank you! I'm not sure people remember what Halloween originally meant, but sometimes we have to fi.. read more

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5 Reviews
Added on November 12, 2021
Last Updated on November 13, 2021
Tags: Poetry, Thoughts, Rhyming, Truth, Autumn, Halloween


Zoe Richardson
Zoe Richardson

Cordova, AL

Alabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..