Poems to Earthly Magic
| Message to a Merboy
Your fragile rainbow broke against the surf today I watched the glazed fragments wash in to wither out scattered upon the sands alongside a beached ray it’s dorsal tail severed sun blanched, a ghostly Skate of cartilaginous remains, moisture rising from it’s discarded frame silence resonating once a faithful rudder switching through dim waters enchanted harmonies now muted thinly hiss as they rise thick and faint dulcet into the air |
| Inspiration
A simple flat canvas calm it’s secret missing illusory it appears between time fragrant staggering with passion a blind fire burning within me |
| My Renegade Womb
My renegade womb lost swathed in aging lace somewhere out there desire seeping endlessly through fragile patterns broken affections and squandered love remembered whispering |
| Daughter
Realize the wish, quiet friend. Your memories are special. Share them. Trust them. The world, wonderful girl, belongs to you |
| Sol
The devoted sun laughs at nothing as he staggers, veiled and nuanced or adorned in bright rags of color that catch at his light He’s a wayward yet elegant lover casting endless enchantments blind to our beliefs he shirks eternity Vibrantly reciting incantations and Byzantine blessings, singing drunk and belligerent through the breeze |
| Breathing Fire
A withering thread of smoke twists through the rose dipped evening as waters rage black and steal through the darkness Far into the conversation a young woman with silver hair embraces her thoughts and runs with them Past empty and uncertain faith searching for the one who can see death, shining gold well formed and strong Who can breathe fire into sacred under currents expanding sweet and silent against her many patterned sorrows |
| For Curt
Deep in this cold night lost beneath the stars and all these quilts I’m still struggling to find your embrace Bleached and wind dried softly scratched your music lingers at the edge of a cadence and is all that remains of our love |
| Rescued
Her knight came crashing through the gold tinged and frost patterned mist embracing Summer |
| WeepingLost in bitterness
I feel an unanticipated ember fattening beneath my ribs your hand, again, softly lingering along the edge of my jaw to cup my face a vision of your soft eyes descends burning like the breath of a spectral tiger curling in the place of my vanquished womb and slowly kindles my unending devotion |
| Six Leavings
I. An immaculate moon descended into the chilled valley unaware of it’s sensuality it’s elusive flight, seemingly fated for her last memory of earth II. Unfulfilled, she leapt into the smooth night air the cars far beneath her jeweled swans passing upon a black river III. Missing sleep she wandered into an open fire a sight best held within ones breast like a petaled secret IV. They denied her grief shelved like books thick as dust, endless as rain in wavering fields of morning stillness and passing for Winter V. Serenity collapsed upon her, for a brief moment as a thin blaze of warmth appeared over the distant trees brightening the trails of her frozen breath hiding them momentarily against the descending darkness VI. Her time escaped screaming from her armored throat rhythmically pouring out until the world around her stopped leaving her nestled cold, against her swollen muse |
| How It Runs Down
Misfortune resonates like a beating drum soaring into nothingness as strong arms hesitate uncertain and suddenly jealous of poetry imagined Caught a fine web our life wishes are speckled with fear for having waited so long for the rebel amongst us to arrive Passing certainty, a tremble arhythmic and unknown and yet seductive tears through the old songs listing with bitterness burning with fascination |
| The Immigrant
In a marching train of unsettled lives Did you see us? Waving our white flags against the cacti and under the scorching skies. Ladened with hunger. Sipping from thirsty gutters. Our arms filled with our crying children. Threatened from our homes. Thrown from the mountains and driven from the foothills. We are we abstracted by our sorrows. Why do you doubt us? Our orchards are depleted and bare and our sanctuaries are parched. No smoke obscured us. Our encampments lay meaningless, adrift in the valley of our desperation. Engulfed. Our souls aflame. Aroused from the surrounding chaparral we arrived galvanized by our hope. Desperate to escape our plundered homelands. Silenced, but steeled in our hearts. A river of grief flowing from indescribable terrors. Plagues loosed upon us. Was your fear quickened by the sight of us? I am here now, waiting upon your border. Where you have detained me. Tired and alienated, detached from my family. Breathing through cracked lips. I am begging at your door. Where is my child? When you took her she was weak but filled with my dreams. She’s all my love in an ardent vision of unwavering beauty. What have you done with her? |
Broken Dish Sisterhood 