If she wishes to write
well she will have to become someone....
Barry Lopez
I will open the story
through your eyes
when I understand
your soul.
When I have prayed
with your beads,
broken bread with your dreams
in the evening light,
taken shelter
under the roof of your silence
only to find
leaks and lesions,
the tarnished silver
of a moon looming through.
Maiden, mother , crone
woman, wife, mistress
--
all of them, of you
possessed by it -- the powerless
phase of becoming
vulnerable,
slipping through the ruin
of this mortal
condition -- perhaps unleashing
the shadow self.
And there, then -- I unlatch
the door, disrobe the
notebook
of its immaculate leaf
and let you in,
soiled and shimmering.
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Beautifully provocative art-work is by artist, Florian Nicolle.
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