Stalagmites – Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit

Our Daughters Pull Stars from the Sky

Universes from Oceans Depths

She cuts Reeds from Nubian Nile Ready to craft The Holy Papyrus Scrolls summoning Life from desiccated Forms.

Call Forth the Hebrew Prince of Egypt. Performing sacred rites while reciting from Holy Scrolls.

Within each ruminations of Her and she employing that speckled eye Language to clean out ragged rustic dreams. A not so pampered She Wolf Guided by Arboreal Voices

One day a witch the next an Oracle.

Reeds for Stylus

Every hexagon honeycomb a container of worlds.

Oh Queens of Civilizations lost to time and Memory. Beseeching the Breakers of bonds. Destroyer of Delusion.

Upon being dropped from great heights through cumulus formations nearly succumbing to the lowest of Depths.

Our Wings were made stronger enabling us to Fly.

Some Flew while others took Refuge in Caves only to be impaled by stalagmites and stalagtites. Their corpses a horrendous warning to cocky explorers who fail to heed Voices of the doomed.

The Grandmother Clock bellowed in pain filled prayers.

Creeping Vines weaving out moss carpet roads giving directions to frantic minds. Covering Spaces while mending broken Places.

Now that the Polar Vortex has finally released its icy grip from the Big Apple’s throat, Just keep in mind this little prose/poem when the summer temps hit the high 90s and New York City becomes the Big Apple Fried Fritters.

Gotham a frozen Wasteland bordered by filthy fallen ice bergs lining alternate side of the street parking. Flesh flayed by snow ice razors slashing any exposed skin, pummeling Eskimo hide thick coats, sweaters, thermals, socks, boots, hats, gloves. Dagger driven Stalactites and stalagmites primed to guillotine busy commuters racing whipping winds hindering purposeful movement.

Sidewalk streets concealing threatening black ice ready to break bones. Genteel timid Silly Walks a narrow twisted slow motion dance around and over snow removal made dirt mountains. Empty blizzard sleet filled neighborhoods with only a few Yetis braving truly Abominable Old Man Winter.