the antonym of corn

Corn bread’s in the oven
and yes I ground the seed myself,
absent of nuance
because what’s mundane feeds
and if this is my mask, it was not made
but found; ring-bound features freed
by flint, the way my kin carved spirit masks
from living wood, not cut from the tree
until fully shaped.
The art and the worship of it
was seeing the healing beneath bark
and breaking it out.

If my voice is dark
if my voice is menstrual
remember there is power inside blood
which is why the orthodox won’t taste it
even as it feeds nightmares, and

if I name goddesses
I remember gods too, and that moon
is not so much female as she is awe–
that trapped asteroid
is the closest most get to what’s bigger;
some of us have stood there, hungry
on the surfaceย of that tide-pulling
can’t-nourish-anything stone.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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14 Responses to the antonym of corn

  1. alickeys says:

    I’m with you on the moon power. I’ve been up staring at the moon in the dark small hours. Nice one. Thanks. Alice

  2. Love the way you own that corn: knock out first few lines!…’features swaddled in rings/and freed’ gives such a powerful sense of the way in which you nurture your creativity. This is sensual and yearning. As an old friend of mine used to say, ‘Go [sic] em girl! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. and now for my extremely knowledgeable critique… hell I really liked the 2nd stanza. ..power inside blood – pulsing ..keeping us alive ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. The way you link corn and blood and moon and goddess is so striking.

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