isis

There were 42 pieces of him I found;
a jigsaw of flesh to solve
piece into piece, or a crazyquilt
trimmed and stitched exactly
into his pattern.

It takes audacity to reassemble a god
from what’s dead, and the assurance
only goddesses can own, to lean so heavy
on the trust that I recovered
the singular fragment of his heart
that held memory  in one fiber;
our love,  electric and driving,
now cold and dry under linen,
our last forensic secret,

Waiting for hope to animate it again.

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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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28 Responses to isis

  1. annotating60 says:

    Who’s playing Osiris? Nice Job.>KB

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    “our last forensic secret”, best line bar none. Honestly Susan I know you are referencing something here, but I don’t really know what it is. I like the mystery, but I do feel a trite dumb (I’m not necessarily saying that I’m not by the way). That makes me want to research a bit, so I will. Nicely done, that second last line is high tide.

    • Thank you, Trent. I am playing with the Isis/Osiris myth here. After his murder by his brother Set, Isis searched all over egypt for the pieces of his body, so she could reanimate her lover. I would never call you trite, or dumb… Just not a grade school mythology freak, like I was 😉

      • Trent Lewin says:

        No worries. School didn’t treat me well, so I axed the statue out front. You got me thinking, anyway, and I do appreciate that. I have vague recollections of the myth, but most are submerged under the healthy draughts of… whatever happens to be nearby actually.

  3. This is superb, such a moving, human but still godlike rendering of the Isis myth, bravo!! 🙂

  4. and from his pieces she begot horus – or something like that

  5. mobius faith says:

    A jigsaw of flesh. Sounds messy, although I’ll bet Hannibal Lecter is licking his lips right now.

  6. BroadBlogs says:

    It takes audacity to reassemble a god
    from what’s dead, and the assurance
    only goddesses can own

    Powerful!

  7. A splendid write, Susan.

  8. Alice Keys says:

    Love, love, love this creepy, creepy, creepy poem. I especially enjoy how it pivots on hope at the end to resurrect the dead. Good one. Susan.

    • Alice Keys says:

      “our last forensic secret

      Waiting for hope to animate it again.” These lines were in my email box but not in your final copy. I would advocate (hope) for their return. 🙂

      • Oh, if you think they add anything, I will add that last line back again. I thought it was bogging it down 😉

        Interesting, all these poems of chopping up what’s loved. At least in this one, the lover gets put back together again…Thanks for the wonderful comment, Alice!

  9. Knocked me over this one – sheer beauty. “It takes audacity to reassemble a god”
    Incidentally, 42 is 7 (perfection) in 6 places!

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