Friday, June 23, 2023

poem

 (untitled)


Divine child, fatal child,

where your  life is worldwide mythological motif,

destruction whose blood mingled with earth,

tree, or stone, is redemption.


Partly divine, part mortal,

reminder of the immortal soul

in a temporary body.


In an old European icon,

your lot

is personified

by a woman in white,

fire across her crown,

a blue globe in each hand,

also glowing.

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