Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Poem: St. Igneous (she's pyrotechnically literate)
St. Igneous on a Roll
Grabs her ankles, flames down the hillock to
thud, jarred, a millisecond. Her miracle,
Metamorphic. Once fire, now earth.
A saint’s gimmick inspires awe, medallions,
intercession with fate, that rock-of-ages
defying sensible choice.
Holy Igneous, pyrotechnically literate,
budge your big Sr. Sedimentary
sitting on life’s spark.
Sarah Sarai. Originally published in Asbestos. [Hah! but true!] Included in The Future Is Happy.