Of The Sky, From The Sky, For The Sky

Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind; from ‘The Renewal’

“Bitter Snow,” by Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison

Dragan Bibin

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

The sunset, Ivan Aivazovsky, 1866

I’m writing a letter to a friend in a sunlit room. I know I’m alone, so when I hear a weird noise behind my back it alarms me. I turn around and see that my afternoon shadow is open like a cutout in the floorboards and there’s a dark mass writhing within it. As I stand there stricken with terror a giant scorpion tail rises up from the mass like a threatening cobra. The sting hits my chest with a great weight and introduces a pain that I can hardly describe at all. The pain is so strong it feels tangible – it manifests itself in a sharp sprout bursting from my chest, quickly developing a hard stem that pushes my head back as it lunges upward. I can feel the roots ramify in my veins and right before the dream ends I witness the opening of a large fantastic flower at the end of the stem.      

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I’m writing a letter to a friend in a sunlit room. I know I’m alone, so when I hear a weird noise behind my back it alarms me. I turn around and see that my afternoon shadow is open like a cutout in the floorboards and there’s a dark mass writhing within it. As I stand there stricken with terror a giant scorpion tail rises up from the mass like a threatening cobra. The sting hits my chest with a great weight and introduces a pain that I can hardly describe at all. The pain is so strong it feels tangible – it manifests itself in a sharp sprout bursting from my chest, quickly developing a hard stem that pushes my head back as it lunges upward. I can feel the roots ramify in my veins and right before the dream ends I witness the opening of a large fantastic flower at the end of the stem.      

All is Vanity by Charles Allan Gilbert (American illustrator), 1892

Donika Kelly, from Bestiary: Poems; “Love Poem: Mermaid”

Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Muna Lee, from Selected Poems; “I Am Going To Sleep,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

The Woman Who Invented Love, 1979, Jean Garret