We won’t be seduced by the mildness of your listening.
Too ferocious to be constrained by borders in light and shade
we shimmer in the mirror,
palest by far reflection of light on the threshold.
We know impossible spaces and how to tame them –
those feet of bronze and ivory ashen after all;
when the fog lifts, it takes the mountain with it;
when no one understands, all you can do is speak to yourself.
Once your purple heart was surrounded by green rays
and swayed on its supple stalk.
Watch us now! It’s more painful than it looks to be so
dignified. November fast-freezes
our roots, leaves us taut and tense like a ballerina mid-stretch.
Prickly leaves dry up in our hands
gathered in prayer.
3 thoughts on “Finding My Roar”
Wow this is beautiful
It is indeed very beautiful – thanks for sharing this with us Marina!
I really do like the visual imagery here, Marina Sofia. And, yes, the hope of the coming spring is so important, isn’t it?