by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
Rage disguised as love is toxic poison, a slow trickle of acquiescence that builds in the gut and leaves no room for light. It hides gently in the simmer of a hundred thousand cooking pots, the quiet scratching of a million brooms. It seeps into the broth; brooms...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
Breathtaking in gracious postures, she dances to invoke light, blistering heat traversing an illusion of gentleness, hard muscles softened by decades of dedication. She dances to invoke the many faces of love, wide smiles and deep torments, birthing fresh...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
The soft secret to a woman’s power is not in riding the wild stallion. Mare and mate run like wind, eat from the belly of the earth, nuzzle their foals … but she learns to be ridden, to have his deep hoofprints etched into her flanks, to hear his wild...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
This brittle cup becomes softened by the wine, allowing the goblet to be tossed from hand to hand, passed through the carousing hordes to the groom. Nobility disguised in common garb, he sits, yearning, in a circle of comrades, laughing with delight as the tankard...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
On this last day, the one in which the now shrinks down to a handful of breaths, and the air softens to welcome death and the world is shrouded in light like a crypt suffused with tender welcome – on this last day, the beloved sees invisible filaments strung...
