In the river of moons
the voice of a raven
guides mortals
to the path of light.
Dancing out of shadows
mystics part the cerulean curtain
with palms filled with stars
to feed visions.
The bloated corpse of narrow minds
opens its tongue of wounds
to release treasured thorns
into the eye of revelation.
Luna winks her cloudless eye to stir
watered stones to sing the song of knowing
into ears that must listen and weigh
every word before they speak.
He winked his commands
along my body until he reached
the iron curve of my hips.
A cutting from Athena’s rose
I owned the yes of my blooming
and the thorny reach of my no.
He thought he’d dance me through
the devil’s garden only to find
he wasn’t given the power to lead.
I carry the moon on my lips.
I dance between my light and dark,
hold sunshine on my fingertips
while my toes search shadows.
Freedom is taking scissors to the wind
to cut my own map before I’m caught
in the choice of someone else’s direction.
©Susie Clevenger 2021
