Conception

The first draft of this poem was conceived at a writing lunch attended by Bessie Senette and I at Sandra Sarr’s home in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana on Wednesday, June 15th, after I pondered the goddess Epona in an exercise Sandra offered to us.

 

Luxembourg_MNHA_264_Epona_Contern

Epona, second or third century AD, from Contern, Luxembourg (Musée national d’art et d’histoire, Luxembourg City)

 

 

 

Conception

~

He unbraids her hair
dips a finger in fragrant oil
circles her temple
the cup of his palm
holds her shoulder
~
the candle flickers
no more rain
no more thunder
the glass is still
when once it shook
~
a bullfrog bellows
electricity knocked out
they warm each other
in a house that breathes
she stretches and turns
~
on her belly now
he sings to her
a made up song of hums
scattered words
here and there
~
her name:
a whisper to her perfumed hair
all that they ever were
is forgotten
~
the flutter of wings
the percussion of a bell
strikes as the lights flicker on
he cries out—
~
power to power
a blessing of kisses
she blows out the candle
incandescent light
erases their unified shadow

 

 

 

©2016 Clare L. Martin

 

 

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