SOUNDSCAPES
Apollo’s snakes hiss in Casandra’s ears
with prophecies no one later
will believe Chaos in my body
listens for secrets of the dark
I cup my ears
Echoes map the landscape
red rock pinnacles temple pillars
Goose honks wisdom at sunset
Witches chant gather herbs to heal
ginger calendula fennel
Plants grow from my legs
I paint their presence with my song
Vocal memories of my lineage
whisper what was and returning
I massage my earlobes
Wellness calls me
Cindy Rinne creates fiber art and writes in San Bernardino, CA. Pushcart Award nominee. Author of The Feather Ladder (Picture Show Press), Words Become Ashes: An Offering (Bamboo Dart Press), and others. Her has poetry appeared or is forthcoming in: The Closed Eye Open, Wild Roof Journal, Verse-Virtual, Mythos Magazine, and others. www.fiberverse.com
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