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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  1. I do like your last stanza...

  2. Ann, the first stanza stands out for me ... in a poem of incredible depth.

    'a seal, a sign, a stigmata' ... WOW!

  3. Well done! So much to think about here...


  4. What wonderful and thought-provoking choices you offer. So eclectic.

  5. Lovely to see you on the page. I've missed you

  6. Stigmata, jewel, lotus...all beautiful textures...

  7. Beautiful take on this image, Ann. I loved the vividness of your words.

    PS: Just me being a finicky grammatical poop - "stigma" is the singular of the plural "stigmata", hence in your poem, "a stigma".

  8. Your last stanza really hits home, wonderfully written. We do have to go through lots of crap to get to the bright side, then more crap will come but keep on pushing through.

  9. Stunning!
    Absolutely stunning!

    Collage Pirate