DAY 23: Temperance

GT-14-Temperance

Temperance

I temper things as I will.

A silver cup of water,

a gold cup of fire,

I temper into an elixir

you wait to taste.

Sunrise bursts below my feet.

I wear swathes of sunset

and midnight skies.

The moon catches fire,

reflects back to earth.

Walk with me.

See the possibilities

of opposition.

Breathe in clean air,

exhale expectations.

See my right and left sides

blend as sunbeams

race along earth,

yet stars still glitter.

What will you facet today

from that which

will not mix?

I don my jewels,

twirl my veils.

Hold my hand, beloved.

~C.J. Prince

©2015

DAY 22: Pastoral Memories

Fiona

Pastoral Memories

 

The mail-order hickory shepherd’s crook

hangs on a low Ponderosa branch.

I don’t know how to sink my weight

like a sumo wrestler.  I run as

fast as the Karakul ewe Fiona,

Thrust the hook around her wooly neck.

She back tracks, dumps me hard

in the paddock.  But it is the big

brown ram Chops

who broke my arm.

Billy, the cashmere buck,

nailed me, leaving hoof-shaped

bruises along my torso.

When spring grass jumps up,

lambs frolic, kids cavort.

The donkey, Carmen Burranda,

eases, nudges, pushes

her way to forbidden pasture,

munches hot green grass, founders.

The wee angora kid, too weak

to suckle his dam’s teat,

the bleating four pounder

I took to bed with a bottle,

dies at two months.

Edgar Rice Burro, the newly castrated donkey,

bleeds to death.

Be aware, those who yearn

for pastoral harmony.

It is a fast track cycle,

digging graves

at midnight, life and death

a daily possibility.

~C.J. Prince

©2015

Point of View

great white sharks

Point of View

 

Bare feet on mossy gang plank.

Sharks chomp below,

thousands of teeth

wait for the push.

Quartermaster of the Universe speaks:

Change places.

Mouth wide, I am shark,

no tongue long enough

to lick over razor teeth,

ravenous for the morsel

above.  Come to me.

Change places.

I will push the scientific

proof against your spine.

You will drop the cloak of denial.

Turn now.  Face me.

You are not yet a shark snack.

Come with me.

Change places.

I am the ocean, immense,

absorbing all things,

cleansing, transmuting.

I flow with the moon,

accept what is tossed.

You are welcome here.

Change places.

 

Observe.  Accept.

Everything changes.

~C.J. Prince

©2015