(A poem for the September equinox)
Magic
why do you turn
when I balance still
over the silence like a word?
Where I have been
is lost: unknown
Yet I remember magic
I have the stone
Magic
I am your angel
only then and why
stones melt under my hand
and I am edgeless in the light
Magic
come into me
pregnant
Break
this fever
like September does
1978
The Rocky Mountain poems, 1973 | Another Rocky Mountain Poem
Elegiac, tasty.
Beautiful, pure alchemy.
Glad you like this. It is meant as homage the way all pagan seasonal elegies are — as lovelorn entreaty and hope for renewal. I hope I have not importuned.
Incidentally, going on the poll I’ve been running, there are 2 direct votes for poetry, (14 if you count those who like “everything”). But it’s noticeable, checking the poetry category, that that all poem comments so far are from women.
Why do you think this is?