Saturday, May 15, 2021

Athena's Rose


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.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2021

The Sunday Muse #160

Sunday, May 2, 2021

Scissoring the Wind


Out on the steel of bright blue sky

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

The Sunday Muse #158