fall & resurrection
i
the moon rises behind the tamarack
what rustle of trees the wind ruins
bruises me through the eye of the moon
ruthlessly slicing the world into grids
of shadow and rock : my chilly night.
ii
we have ransomed grief thrown creeds to the dogs
now oblivion stalks us weighty with curses
I stand on the rock nursing my bruises
words falling like water for tears / eyes
that no longer see : the dark complete.
iii
yet gentle the moth that kisses the candle
blue flame hisses--a curse and a ruin
its wings are flaming : it flies out and up
into the tamarack / creeds break open
red fire of the paraclete : dog now rises :
all eyes upon it : a cloud of unknowing.
Cordelia Hanemann, writer and artist, currently co-hosts Summer Poets, a poetry critique group in Raleigh, NC. Professor emerita retired English professor, she conducts occasional poetry workshops and is active with youth poetry in the North Carolina Poetry Society. She is also a botanical illustrator and lover of all things botanical. She has published in numerous journals including, Atlanta Review, Laurel Review, and California Review; in several anthologies including best-selling Poems for the Ukraine and her chapbook. Her poems have been performed by the Strand Project, featured in select journals, won awards and been nominated for Pushcarts. She is now working on a novel about her Cajun roots.
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