my poem "Sanctus"

[Stealthgrrl]

SANCTUS

She was already dead, you see.


She did it just to get away


From the heavyness of men in their certainty


And the brittle, tight smiles of efficient women.




She could mine as much love from a wall or a rock,


So she lay down in the gentle earth


And whispered to the roots of violets in the moonlight.




But sometimes,


When young girls come to smoke behind the headstones,


She will open up her bones and release




The Big and Little Dippers,


Sirius,


Orion,


And all the rest--


To take a turn as if it were some ballerina's birthday.




The young girls are the only ones who see it;


They squint and smile and say,


->-bleeped-<-in' right


And flick their butts across the lawn


Like little


Glowing


Spirits.

[NicholeW.]

What a nice lyric that is, Stealth.

Thank you so much for sharing it.

Nichole

[Stealthgrrl]

What a nice lyric that is, Stealth.

Thank you so much for sharing it.

Nichole

...and thank you for reading and commenting!