Wednesday, March 18, 2020

David Russell writes

To the Dark Goddess
In weighty stones caught wooded limbs,
So sad, submerged, so riveted,
Twisted in.
Sweep of an eagle, flight path of a spear –
In walking flight she rides the ground,
With perfect stretch her strides.
He lacks the strength
And frozen stature of her wishes –
But then she, devil-spawned, dark, opened down.
Her lightning bolt gave him full charge –
Now upward waft, tense ripple
Now matching forms – bodies welded
In elemental fusion
Cascading drapery of leaves and clouds,
With water all pervasive.

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