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The Illuminated Muse

The Illuminated Muse
by
Ingrid Showalter Swift


You light up the circuits of my psyche with lexis
vibrate within me 
daze me 
sway me without weight or measure
I breath in the misted air of salt and gesture
and in it you lie in wait

You fill my cells 
with oxygen and mercury
the temperature rises 
my bearings drop
my center settle casts away
to an island of green palm breezes
waves of art washing…poetry like walk way stones laid and lead ...before me
and I am the eel in the sea
the elk on the prairie
I am an elephant 
tusks and  trunk held high to sky
baroque-ing out my demands to the dusted waterless ways of the Serengeti
Rise up in me…as the ground rises before the tectonic hand of God
Rise up in me atomic 
Equatorial in clime
Tornatonic in impact
I am ferocious 
in my thirst
Run me down with your intent
annihilate all argument
and end the war between us 
forever

for you are simply
 a blue sapphire flickering in the firelight
Tumbling blue hues in a washer of stone
Flares of luminosity…raking the sky to a plunderous pink
a radiance 
like an alien ball in the forest
…illuminati imaginations....
trailing sparklings that follow the fairies into the dark wood

You are warm milk
into which I fall 
to the creamy center
float on clouded dark dreams
chewy and sweet 
the toffee reminiscence
 of….morning coffee…and black birds in flight
and you are the birth of child 
in the hands of heaven
you are everything arcane ...nubile and blessed and damned at once
and you alone drive my pen
to wagon wheel and weltings center

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  1. Date: 1/19/2013 11:19:00 AM
    Oh Ingrid, those last two stanzas of comfort and sparks lead a girl to thinking. You are not an elephant - I am. Gained weight. Your adjectives and metaphor sometimes stop me in my tracks before I can go on until another stopper happens. love you, Kathy

  1. Date: 1/17/2013 2:59:00 PM
    fantastic..I loved too many lines to list one fav was [plunderous pink!] Thanks so much for stopping by my writes. Light & Love