Haiku
rain mixes
with summer dust
sunrise can wait
rain drops
on marigolds
I still weep for you
Tanka
on rainy nights
I remember when
you held me
and made me believe
love is real
a sliver of moon
floats by my window
I dream
of sailing
on the wind
Strength (VIII)
(Rider Waite Smith)
In your dream
you’re 1,000 feet tall
your mountain perch shrunk
down to a footstool.
You’re dressed like Gaia
in roses and catnip.
Your leonine companion
can’t stop licking your wrists,
but you learned
a long time ago
that your mercurial
and lazy ego
likes to be rewarded
for its occasional compromise.
This is the secret
of your success.
Maybe you’ll remember
that little detail
when next you wake.
Marie C Lecrivain is a poet, publisher, and ordained priestess in the Ecclesia Gnostica Catholica, the ecclesiastical arm of Ordo Templi Orientis. Her work has been published in California Quarterly, Chiron Review, Gargoyle, Nonbinary Review, Orbis, Pirene's Fountain, and many other journals.
She's the author of several books of poetry and fiction, and editor of Ashes to Stardust: A David Bowie Tribute Anthology (forthcoming/copyright 2022 Sybaritic Press, www.sybpress.com).
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