she is breaching reaching through rent flesh for hearth sense brushing past grasping cilia and bleached branches deserting the void-dark garden of ghosts coming into the clotted intimacy of small spaces penetrating deep the root-riddled walls of womanhood she is suffused with maiden’s hopeful lust one sip from the cup of blood sagacity mother’s milk of nurturing wise wound holy grail of earthly mirrored moonlight receptive chalice of reflective lunar perception not the cerulean sapience of sunny skies this is lambent lore, womb-dark and wine-red initiation of spirit in true sight she is woman reborn of woman and she is coming through wisdom
for 18 May 2022
The poem above is an example of ekphrasis. I don’t write paeans to visual art very often, but this one captured my attention. And it seemed a good way to explore the transformative power of feminism.
©Elizabeth Anker 2022
I’m taking a page out of John Michael Greer’s blog writing. I don’t feel much like writing extra essays, but I would like to continue to hear from you. So Wednesdays are open posts. Anything you feel like sharing (except the usual injunctions against foul messaging).