04-26-2014, 04:15 AM
New Age Prometheus
You procured recipes
for the cures
of all those ailments
our marriage bore. I gathered wormwood,
heliotrope, some iris roots
and meadowwort.
You scrawled dark motifs
on white birch bark, using ink infused
with menstrual blood, collected
after a new moon rise,
while the sea threatened
with irate tides.
What we created,
was not meant to be. I toil
preserving humanity. You go
out each evening,
roving wild. I’m at home
with this thing
we call child.
You procured recipes
for the cures
of all those ailments
our marriage bore. I gathered wormwood,
heliotrope, some iris roots
and meadowwort.
You scrawled dark motifs
on white birch bark, using ink infused
with menstrual blood, collected
after a new moon rise,
while the sea threatened
with irate tides.
What we created,
was not meant to be. I toil
preserving humanity. You go
out each evening,
roving wild. I’m at home
with this thing
we call child.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris