The Abbess
The abbess
Blue-eyed prayers drip from
lips white as snow on a mountain top
her face is oriental alabaster.
Restless feet on stone floors
Every candle becomes a temptation
a magnetic attraction.
Over the wall, she will not flee
Faithful as she is to her abstract lover.
When desires leave her
and her steps are ponderous
she is the new abbess.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2021
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