Poem: “Contemplations of a Modern Hermitess” (2021)
I’m sorry but who knows for what,
Mist breathed in:
The flowers flame like quaking sin
Tempered out by heaven’s dew,
Beguiling yes, but who are you?
I speak in tongues
As modem sounds,
Cantankerous on electronic grounds
Until released to open air.
Then rain drips in my wild hair
Tangled in a Gordian’s Knot,
My brain spinning with intemperate thought.
I raise my thumbs to my chest
In prayer and disoriented reverence.
I pray for you to materialize,
A warm body between my thighs,
But here on earth, the blood gives birth
To dragons on a mountain perch,
Like catnip on a windy day,
The dragon is drawn
For me to slay,
But instead, I sacrifice
The bloody heads of chattering mice
With joy and love caught by hunting cats,
And enter in the mountain’s depths,
The ores to mine,
Each metal blessed,
And from the darkness
The heights ascend
To transmit through wand the divine light
And lead the way in humbleness
For those lost within the darkness of the night.
