In Liminal Time

 

  Liminality  Acrylic (detail)  by Louis Michalski

In Liminal Time
by Melanie Lee

She rode in on an indigo dream

 all divine madness 

and sweet melancholy,
a cackling Crone in liminal time 
whose shadowed brilliance

promised voice and valor
speaking truth to power.

               Her wrinkled face of textured lines
held nubbin teeth in a Revlon Red mouth
 smiling blue rain and purple rivers,

  spurting wild ecstatic knowings
bleeding crimson hot and hard
 molten drops of
 apples, rubies, iron.

          It is when we are not sure 

that we are most alive.

How did she know what she knew?

                And why did she say what she said?
Her red lips opened wider now,
 our frightened ears came alive
Thus she spake to show us how
to tell the truth,
to learn to thrive.
       

                                            What do you count on to have a voice?

                                                      Something to say,

                                                    Someone to speak to,

                                                     Someone to listen.

 Too late now to turn back truth

 body hugged soul, we opened our hearts,
  our minds unchained, we watched her mouth. 

Out walked courage

followed by anger

surrounded by love
wrapped in light.