CIRCLE OF BEING
"Come into my parlor," said the spider...
Knowing how these things happen, she
drops a lifeline, and carpets the bare floor
of her parlor with a fine gauze
of her own making. Sometimes,
she lies in wait all morning for
her breakfast, the bacon and eggs,
the warm croissants and jam of flies.
Knowing these things must happen
before the dusty zodiacal light of dusk,
the flies forgive her broken promise
of a quick death. She is so beautiful,
with her eight hydraulic limbs, her colors,
her droll little four-eyed face,
her chelicerae, as she leaps forward
and forward into one long
anointed circle of being.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
ECLIPSE
Eclipse
So it was, the fallen
Samael, from the dark fringe of heaven
would have eaten the moon for lunch, like a leg of lamb,
with a side dish of stars, but for the holy
army of its queen Asariel, who rules it.
Deep in the river of battlement, she spread her
banners in a bright sheet of splendor across
its deep gutters and ditches.
Asariel, the watchdog, before Samael
with his sassy lips watering for just one more
bite, and another, and still one last morsel,
told himself so everyone's a critic now, saying
it would've tasted like ragweed.
And soon invited the seven sisters
of the Pleaides to feast with him for dinner
upon the the sun's warm brew.
words: fringe, moon, leg, loud, river, sheet, critic, ragweed, dinner, lunch
So it was, the fallen
Samael, from the dark fringe of heaven
would have eaten the moon for lunch, like a leg of lamb,
with a side dish of stars, but for the holy
army of its queen Asariel, who rules it.
Deep in the river of battlement, she spread her
banners in a bright sheet of splendor across
its deep gutters and ditches.
Asariel, the watchdog, before Samael
with his sassy lips watering for just one more
bite, and another, and still one last morsel,
told himself so everyone's a critic now, saying
it would've tasted like ragweed.
And soon invited the seven sisters
of the Pleaides to feast with him for dinner
upon the the sun's warm brew.
words: fringe, moon, leg, loud, river, sheet, critic, ragweed, dinner, lunch
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About Me
- Joyce Ellen Davis
- 1. In dreams I am often young and thin with long blond hair. 2. In real life I am no longer young, or thin, or blonde. 3. My back hurts. 4. I hate to sleep alone. (Fortunately I don't have to!) 5. My great grandfather had 2 wives at once. 6. I wish I had more self-discipline. (I was once fired from a teaching position in a private school because they said I was "too unstructured and undisciplined." --Who, me??? Naaaahhh....) 7. I do not blame my parents for this. Once, at a parent-teacher conference, the teacher told me my little boy was "spacey." We ALL are, I told her. The whole fan damily is spacey. She thought I was kidding. I wasn't. 8. I used to travel with a theater reperatory company. My parents weren't happy about this. 9. My mother was afraid that I would run off and paint flowers on my cheeks and live in a commune, and grow vegetables. I once smoked pot. ONE TIME. 10. I don't drink or smoke. (Or swear, much. Well, I drink milk, and water, and orange juice, and stuff. Cocoa. I love Pepsi.) 11. Most of my friends are invisible. 12. I am a poet and a writer. All of my writing on these pages is copyrighted. Borrowing (without acknowledgment) is a sin.