A storm is brewing in my clouded mind
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A Breach of Quarantine
Went to a bridal shower
For an old, young friend
I wore a mask
Covered in flowers
It was a different kind of photosynthesis
That took in the carbon dioxide
That swirled forth from my lungs
And made new life in those false leaves
The others said I was justified
After all I had been through
Their skin bare, teeth gleaming
Breathing in that poisonous air
Or was it out?
Take a risk.
My friend
Opened her gifts
Tearing away the ribbons to reveal
a different kind of wrapping paper
A gift for her future husband to tear away
Paper and lace, scattered to the floor
Sick in the bathroom
Heart pounding
An itch I can’t bear to scratch beneath the mask
As I run hot water over my hands
Until I feel safe again
It takes some time
I am more than selfish
But
I like the woman I see above the tap
Her face hidden from toxic eyes
By a curled smile of fabric
And a swathe of chestnut hair
She looks back with a hollow eye
And chooses to be seen
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Daughters of the Moon
Beneath its silver light we wait
Knee deep in snow - the sharp ice
Biting our legs, our warm breaths
Cooling before us.
We watch the freezing clouds
Swirl around the mountain peaks.
We take shelter together in the frigid wastelands,
Huddled around the flickering fire,
And wait for an emerald moonrise
To bathe the world in green.
For the thaw -
For the slumbering seeds beneath rich earth
To climb and claw towards that light.
We will reach too
For that verdant illumination.
Just a few more silver nights
Before spring.
Then we will wait upon the red moon;
Seeking the moment when the summer months
Acquiesce to autumn.
The crimson light blooming
Among fading trees.
Each thing is temporary -
Rusting,
Fading.
But now there’s only silver
And endless winter months.
We wait.
We wait.
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Paradox Fox
Before we meet, I roamed the wilds of Greece
Between the sharp rocks and Cypress trees
I hid from the arrows of their hunters
Until nightfall where I descended as a plague
To feast on the children of Thebes
The divine vixen
A summation of their sins
I slaughtered them at the behest of the gods
No spear could pierce me, no blade could tear my flesh
The fire of my pelt vanishing into smoke
Then you arrived
Chained to your master
The wolfhound of divine providence
Our destinies clashed, tearing space
Even the gods took heed of us
Laelaps
Daughter of Artemis
A hunter who always caught her prey
And I
The Teumessian Fox
Child of Dionysus
Never to be caught
Together, we tore reality asunder
Until the god of sky cast us away
To continue our chase among cold stars
As creatures made of silver light
Your footsteps are always behind me
I feel your hot breath - your teeth at my neck
And for our own eternity
We feel the thrill of the chase
And the thrill of the capture
All at once
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(Not) Our Mother Nature
At twilight, I sought the goddess of nature.
Fading orange light fell upon my shoulders
as I walked beneath the ancient trees.
Until, half buried in the black earth,
I found the bones of a deer
bleached white by sun and rain-
its rib cage made into a garden
by windswept seeds.
Atop its broken skull, a crown of mushrooms
drawn to the taste of life, draining out
A hollow eye, a baleful stare
And a smile from beneath the soil
“Mother,” I asked. “I have searched long for you.
Through moonlit fields, grass drenched by summer rain,
and to the edge of the sea, where the sky breaks into the ocean.
I have looked below the earth and above it,
and I have seen the fires.
The heavens growing dark beneath the smoke.
The ground, trembling.
And I want to know how to save you.”
The head rose, the bones cracking
as she shook away the soil
and looked at me, jaw open wide.
“Child,” she said. “I am not the one who needs saving.
I have lived through the eons. I have seen
Giants die out. The oceans
Empty and refill
Life
Taking new shapes each time.
Death has been my companion
And rival
Since before your species
Came screaming
Into this world.
I do not plan on losing to it
For your sake
Or any others.
So, my daughter, you must choose
Just as the rest of life does
Grow.
Or die.
It is what your kind has done for thousands of years
Do not allow yourself to stop now.
Or that hounding death
That pursues us all
Will catch up to you.
Care for me
And I shall care for you
But do not be mistaken
I will take you in the end
As I have done with all that came before
And I will make a forest of your bones.”
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A Prayer to the Goddess of Waste
Hear me, oh Goddess of Refuse,
Patron of the Deadbeats
and Castoffs.
I come to you wanting,
for my impoverished mind
is filled with nothing
but the debris
of my squandered potential.
I beg you,
Great Mother of Waste
and Polluted Hopes;
take the discarded thoughts
left to rot in my idle mind
and dredge up something worthwhile.
Glean the fields picked clean by the crows
for even a single grain of inspiration.
Gather those seeds in your loving arms;
and within the vast landfill of your kingdom,
grow thy wretched garden
so that neither of us will starve.
#goddess#goddess of refuse#goddess series#poetry#poems#poets on tumblr#writing#trying out a new series#tentatively calling it weird goddess series#we'll see how this goes
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Golden
Those summer months of my childhood
In sunny California,
Before July days stretched into unbearable infinity -
We would spend the days catching frogs
And racing them across the bird bath
Like Olympic swimmers performing
Under the duress of their trainers,
Their eyes wide and bulging as they leapt
From the diving boards of our hands.
I imagine the training of a frog athlete must be a grueling affair,
And when I close my eyes,
I dream of the sacrifices each
Amphibian Olympian
Must undergo;
The missed opportunities,
The lovers cast aside in the pursuit of fame,
The fear of failure that spurs them on,
Kicking their spotted legs, causing ripples
Along the surface of the water to escape
Our grasping fingers.
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New Skin
When did I look into the mirror
And stop hating all those little scars
On my shoulders
From where I tried to peel away
The imperfections
Like old wallpaper
As if beneath the veneer of flawed flesh
I’d find good bones underneath
And rebuild on top of them
Into something worth loving
But the white patches
From where my flesh
Renovated this old house
Are from an age long since past
The rings in the wooden walls
Are remembering the tale of when they were once trees
But have found quiet acceptance in becoming my home
And found new ways to grow
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Forgetting
After I ran out of things to do
I started to forget to pass the time
It started small
Losing the trail of time as it danced across the riverbank
Until the sluggish night reminded me with a gentle cough
Of the absence of hours remaining in the day
Then, simply failing to remember
What the slow titan of the week is calling itself these days
Each hour dissolves so easily into a blur of sleep and waking
That you often forget why you bothered in the first place
With the silly prospect of memory
But it wasn’t until
At dinner
I forgot how to smile for you
As you told me about your day
That I realized,
Even as the details of your story had already begun to slip my mind,
That I was missing something
And couldn’t remember what
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Pluto
His frozen heart
Buried
With the lord of the dead
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Neptune
Secrets carried on the wind
No one is awake
To hear them
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Uranus
Lay down your head, o Father
Wrap yourself in cold blankets
And gaze upon what could be
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Saturn
Tell me, Saturn
Do you tire
Of the dance?
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Jupiter
Swirls of paint upon an empty canvas
Beauty without substance
Is beauty all the same
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Mars
Life
Lead to ruin
By the prophet of War
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Moon
What great sorrow
To be so close
And still feel alone
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Earth
Carries us
In the furrows between her scars
Oh how heavy we are
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Venus
Second child of the sun
Her dowry of clouds and starlight
With grace, she dances through fire
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