--Three blind mice, three blind mice
She wanted to be the only voice
in the universe to divide
dark from light--like God.
In the beginning, she used bats
but found they saw better without eyes.
We were blindfolded as we ran
through the hedgerow maze
past roses blooming in a perpetual night.
Beauty painted with a thorn's brush
against our skin. There was no red
word hovering over the waters
that we might speak to stop
the descent of the knife.
~~
*Very old NaPM poem with a few updates.
She wanted to be the only voice
in the universe to divide
dark from light--like God.
In the beginning, she used bats
but found they saw better without eyes.
We were blindfolded as we ran
through the hedgerow maze
past roses blooming in a perpetual night.
Beauty painted with a thorn's brush
against our skin. There was no red
word hovering over the waters
that we might speak to stop
the descent of the knife.
~~
*Very old NaPM poem with a few updates.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson