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Another poem; this one by Becki Newell.
Bella Donna . Standing and just staring, black beads for eyes and dressed in emerald silk. . I fear her. This woman of beauty his bella donna. . Standing and just staring, but despite her inanimate stance, she poisons. . her beaded droplets of woven fabric, good enough to eat… but ingestion penetrates. . I fear her… yet I revere her. How she stands through flood and lightning strike! Bracing. . I revere her when poison turns to elixir. When her face from drained turns rosy, . her expression from bleak fatalism to benevolence. . She heals. And I have learnt to love the fear of her stark omnipotence, her presence through all things. . For every one thing she takes she gives back another. As the moon casts her shadow when she stands beneath her deadly nightshade. Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 08/11/2008 4:55PM | View amaranthus's Profile | # |