Monday, February 20, 2012

State of Mind

image: epic mahoney
Offered by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tale 105

I wish I could find
a booth to step into,
a receiver to touch-
to hold;
hear the voice,
feel a jolt of neon
to flash away the gray.

But they’re gone-
or stand forlorn
on cracked tar lots
not far from pulsing pumps.
Glass boxes
smeared with graffiti
done in high colors.

Wires are hanging;
loose ends
longing for connection,
hoping for strobe lights,
dance tunes,
a bit of madness
‘til dark descends.

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Monday, February 6, 2012

Ritual Gesture

A grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow
offered by Tess Kincaid
for Magpie Tale 103

I saw at first a triangle
of red hot iron from the anvil,
burning an imprint in a palm
of hands raised in ritual gesture,
forging a seal, a sign…a stigmata.

Or was it a ruby: blood-red jewel
in a sacrificial lotus of fingers; an offering
of volcanic rock born in a molten inferno,
cooled to hard beauty, sharpened
to knife edge, cutting insignia in soft flesh.

Or hands as lotus; formed in the mud of a swamp,
not unlike men and women, made to grow
through dark waters, tears of pain, striving
to burst into bloom in the clear light of day;
to radiate the beauty of enlightenment.

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