Evening star in the film of the
bog
moonlit spine bone in the mud
thrown off wheel, still spinning
we get out at this, the very end of the road
and the beginning
the tar
is still soft from the pit
and warmth and pulse
comes
into the soles and the breath rises up
from the pooled places in the heart
of the swamp
where root tentacles radiate out
in this outpost of the soul
the muscled shells open one by one
along a warm silk current
that moves the vertebrae
out of
the fishtrap and into the whirlpool
cypress tree stands alone and ancient
that pushed up
through liquid
and into sparks
remember the swamp witch
her warm hand on my back
she said "to draw down lightning
open
your palm to the charge
and paint"
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"Electric
Flight" by Patricia Obletz
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Amy Trussell's poetry, articles and essays have been
published in many periodicals including Woman Of Power, Mothering,
ReVision, Prague Revue, New Orleans Review, Savannah Literary Journal,
and others. She also interprets poetry through dance and has performed on
the West Coast, in Tennesee, Alabama, and recently in New Orleans at the
Zeitgeist Theater. She is currently working on three books, including two
collaborative books of poetry, one with A di Michele, and one with Donna
Kuhn. Her poetry can be found on the web at Big Bridge, Moria, Light and
Dust, Three Candles, Spadra, and others.
E-mail Amy Trussell at
theloom@earthlink.net
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