Penelope Shuttle
For the Last Day of Any Year
for Donna Daley-Clarke
I too have adored the sleeping child,
nine bright months
after a messenger from a far and sudden realm told me –
the word is made flesh,
trees will (they did) bow down to you.
I too have crossed the abyss
by reason and route of one rainbow alone,
my bridge of choice.
I’m not the only woman
to take Death into my arms,
my bed and my heart.
Mine is the familiar story
no one has ever heard.
Mine is the path
through the pathless forest
where the lion thorns his paw.
Mine is the sky
where a hearsay of starlings
rides the misty tilting thermals at dusk,
netting the last of the light
at the end of any year.
Featured Poet : Penelope Shuttle
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