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Jeanne Marie Beaumont
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Rite (to appear as sky and grass)
Open wide
thy cornflower eye thy violet
embellish danger with moss
wind thy hair throughout a tree
ask emptiness ask straw
only the grass reads all the sky words
these too like the look of things
wait patiently to be transformed
empty nest last seed ever sown
to stand without a stand
only sky can read the message pressed in
grass
be extravagant discard thy legs
ask emptiness ask straw
part the fringe make way
for the great & minor wings
thy hush will come in handy now
from Burning of the Three Fires, © 2010 by
Jeanne Marie Beaumont. All rights reserved.
Writ of Ritual
Beliefs were her den, shadowed.
Beliefs were hardened shadows.
Believe or wear dense shadows.
Belief’s where her tension showed—
belief wore her down to shallows.
(Be leaves where birds dance, shadowed.)
Beliefs were heartland shades—oh,
beliefs were hard debts she’d owed.
(Bellies swerve for dim sideshows.)
Belief’s words hurt and shattered.
Believers heard in shadows.
(Be leaves where herds and shad go.)
Beliefs were her tense, sad odes.
Bees lift, whir her, dance adieu.
Bees leave for their dense chateaus.
from Placebo Effects, © 1997 by Jeanne Marie
Beaumont.
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