Today's poem is by Stephen Murray
Visions of the Divine on Hare Island
Slapped back upon the heels
of a drum
on the hunched-back heather
was a sliver of a myth-made-mad
on the March
of a goddess of a Hun
turned up with Buddha
with a lip-curled, red-raw gum.
Stood Pharaoh in a southpaw’s stance
with his black bride
screaming like a wiccan
at a blind man’s dance.
Sprang panic from the Sanskrit gloom
Bad dream, mad head
last seen, half-dead,
part birth, part messenger of unspent doom
first spring seen
scratching on the surface
of a still-born moon.
Copyright © 2011 Stephen Murray All rights reserved
from House of Bees
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