Today's poem is by Joan Naviyuk Kane
Mysteries of Light
Loosen the ropes.
Seven lances in her heart put forth blossoms.
Beneath a torrent, refuge
As a little child with a medallion of chased gold
Aboard a ship, with birds
About her shoulder and a magpie on her hand.
An axe lodged in the roof,
A wolf whose mouth will proclaim.
One breast on a plate. Stone in hand.
Red egg, wool, sometimes a wound in her forehead.
Called to the ditches alongside the mine roads,
A continuation of things we do wrong.
Copyright © 2014 Joan Naviyuk Kane All rights reserved
University of Pittsburgh Press
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