she writes moons

for Mari

she triangulates
the moons love wears

breaks mirrors of rape
for seven years’ worth
of splintered luck

she knows

death prisms
to rainbows
when held to the light

and god
is more breathed
than felt

but known by these hands
stained with charcoal
and chalk

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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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20 Responses to she writes moons

  1. Love anything that mentions triangulation ~ perhaps that will spawn something for me (!)
    Esp like your lines: ‘death prisms / to rainbows / when held to the light’

  2. louisajs says:

    such a sparse beauty to this poem–I really like that quality.

  3. Mohana says:

    Gives that ethereal kind of feeling…beautiful poem!

  4. Love this bit!

    “breaks mirrors of rape
    for seven years’ worth
    of splintered luck”

    Wow.

  5. Alice Keys says:

    Lovely glimmering visions. “chank” definition here?

  6. nelle says:

    As always, enjoyed on many levels.

  7. beautiful tribute to an exquisite poet. I love Mari’s work. & yours.

  8. pure magic! the entire scheme!

  9. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I think you have touched on her voice here, Susan.

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