No better time to break free,
pull the stopper from the demon
hole, drain her phobia straight to
Rebel Yell, in the midnight hour
she cries MOREMOREMORE!
Immersed in antique, claw-foot
bathtub propped up outside on
Evil remnant to this degree will
visit with a ghost you do not
want to dance with.
Dose of canoe medicine,
a dugout to clear waterways,
transport fear of polluted
Bow of canoe is first shaped,
woman shaped wrong,
work on widening woman's
Sweat bath heated by stones,
Native Americans heated stones
over an open fire, then layered
stones in the bottom of hollowed-out
shell of canoe to heat up boiling water
inside to stretch canoe's width.
Cover placed over shell/woman to keep
steam in cavity to soften, stretching process
to increase craft/woman's capacity and
Follow waterways of your soul.
Two rivers mark this journey.
First one is turbulent, filled with
obstacles; beaver can't cut down
any more logs for you to use to
cross river. She needs logs for
Second river can be traveled easily
by canoe. Row away remnant demons.
Like cedar canoe, woman has to be
free of knots and twists.
Drape yourself in community robe,
deerskin smoked to buttery brown,
saturated with sunflower oil.
Go to her. She has reached a place
of spiritual passage.
Designed to woo under cover,
courting blanket shields from
When she reaches her, she displays
a considerable amount of pink flesh
from steam and dream, lined and dotted
with punctuating form of exclamation
"Cover my beaver with rabbit!"
flirting, delirious from vision, vapor,
and vino mulling spices.
Pupils dilated from zenith, nostrils
flare from herbal elixirs, nipples
numbed from benzocaine, clitoris
throbs from peppermint, anus
tingles from eucalyptus, puckers
from oil of lime.
Warm wine crock levitates from coals
lifting vision agent elixir to restore
physical and mental health.
Anastasia, Greek for "Of the Resurrection,"
spring, when all of nature is renewed, revealing
the soul's immortality.
Pull the stopper, drain canoe medicine through
a pipe down trail---trail well-traveled, imprinted
with paw impressions of women on the path of
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties
Want to review or comment on this
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|I like the last verse.
Well done and said.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|You really got into this one Sage, very intersting ,unique medicine!
|Reviewed by Only A Poet
|Sage your poetry always amazes with its power of passion and very unique imagery. enjoyed this very much.|
|Reviewed by anne cunningham
|rocks! in total!|
|Reviewed by Martin Hebert
|Reviewed by Ken Becula
|suffused with outdoor eroticism,
women paddling their own canoes... sail on silver girls!
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|This is an incredible tour de force of a composition that is multi layered and spiritual Sage !
You have an inate and natural talent for word expression, and communicating soul to soul, which sets you apart as a unique and innovative writer !
Some of us would like to hang on to your coat tails !!
|Reviewed by email@example.com Bennett
|Once again Sage another interesting poem, words and thoughts you have come up with to spark the readers attention love your friend.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
This is absolutely magNIFicent! BRAVA!! Very well done!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
A beautifully imaged, healing write; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.