to a flame

Jun 28, 2006 12:29

pluck a bundle of fresh grass from mother earth
and add a touch of sky
persephone's rising to her rebirth
and they watch her twinkle in my eye

unwrapping from a silky sheath
entwined in a tulmultuous silence,
her dampened wings unravel a message:

take one step and you're on a path
speak few words and demand to be heard
from the poison you've tasted,
(in time)
you'll concoct the antitode
with the stalwart truth
in a field of limp lies.

poems, pluto

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