Friday, May 20, 2016

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.




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