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.