Wave of Solace
Slitting my eyes from a world pining
for a refuge where the wave of solace
touches hours' depth in celtic notes,
I turn into gentle bones fluid and chaste…
my illumined flames taste the potion
of air while an inner self watches a breath
climb tenderly, kindling my womanhood
incense, jasmine, and myrrh.
Heavy chains jut out from my skin
melting like translucent powder where river
and sky beg a chime : they inhabit each other,
tasting the quietude of mellow stars
in an outer world these eyes cannot reach.
My cells, my being , my every heave
release the kiln of soft fire, as ivory light
comes “to flow out across the mother
of all waters,” gently tapping my pulse
“to lose myself on the black and silky currents”…
my hand blossoms in quiet meditation,
until I become a white evening woman
balancing myself between two pelvic walls.
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Contest:The Colors Black And White of Laura Loo
~inspiration from poet Mary Oliver’s lines
in “ White Night”
Resubmitted 2/18/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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