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Joyce
Wakefield
Sevenlings
(sometimes I can feel)
"sometimes I can feel it, the
way we are
pouring slowly toward a curve
and around it
through something dark and soft,
and we are bound to
each other."
-- Sharon Olds "The Sash"
I
made you strawberry pie, lit Kama Sutra
incense, oiled my
thighs and waited in
the porch swing with the cat.
I
turned on the news, turned it off, prayed
to Venus for favor
and dreams that ate my bones,
remembered that Kali was the
Dark Goddess.
Before midnight, the cat finally
slept, curled on your pillow.
Mystery melted the
incense, dried the oil on my thighs,
dread slaughtering the
prayers to a deaf Goddess,
the cat and I, we listen to the
rain and wind.
My fingers are red with strawberry
stains,
my hair grows snakes, waiting under a rock
hiding
from the light that ignites the nightmares.
Time is
curved in DNA bubbles, waiting for release.
There
are crackers in the bottom drawer, by the window,
crackers
cratered with salt for the wounds.
I open the blinds for one
more glimpse of hope.
I pull the sash tight around
my waist and follow the cat,
we look for lights to extinguish,
find knifes in the dark,
silver polish them with candle wax
not to be wasted.
Bridghid bars the door with her
fire, making the decision for me.
round III, poem 29, 4 April 2006
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| Joyce Wakefield has
had both poetry and short stories published in several online as well
as print journals. She is a past member of the
Oklahoma Writer's Federation, the Individual Artists of Oklahoma, and a
new resident to the state of California. Joyce is also a copy
editor for the Columns section of Moondance -Celebrating Women's
Creativity ( moondance.org
). She is currently establishing her freelance writing
business in California. email: j53wakefield@hotmail.com |
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