FIND ME
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Find me in the Marrow of Morning,
retrace the centipede's trail
on scented papyrus,
a gift from Osiris,
Keeper of mourning and me.
Will you not gild sorrow's veil
with nimble needle
threaded with fleece
that I plucked from
the winged ram of Aries
for my immortal coverlet
rhymed in the Argonauts' tale.
In my mirror
write your yearning
and I will breathe life
in the aching reflection of you.
Don't fear! Don't fear!
Don't summon the tear
over the subterfuge
of godless angels.
Even Persephone
dare not endanger
or snuff out our flame.
Flint of stone
sparked on bone,
crimson stylings,
this connubial bonfire
set eternally blazing
in the starburst
of my thrice-spoken name.
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FIND ME by poet Ana Elsner originally appeared in Arkhai, Revue philosophique & projet transdisciplinaire, Numéro 14, 2009, Lausanne, Switzerland. Grateful acknowledgement is made to Ákos Dobay, Rédacteur.
di Prima
Ana Elsner wrote this poem for fellow woman poet Diane di Prima.
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unbridled
bard
of
Beats
unburdened yourself
of Brooklyn
of babies
backached
into
being
your spindle
bearing
bobbin
of
woman
rebirthing yourself
poem
by
poem
bones
of
blindstitched
bliss
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The poem di Prima by Ana Elsner was published in Ambush Review, Premiere Issue, 2010
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INCUBATION
A prose poem by Ana Elsner
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And isn't it made seductively easy for us to overlook these clusters of embedded larvae, voracious maggots, laid in the moist corners and dark crevasses of our ignorance? How madly our heads were set spinning by the pollsters and the carnival whores, bewitching us with shameless spectacle and boisterous campaign, while entrapping us with the viral confetti of tinsel clad and laminated lies. Remember, this invasive blight of systemic depredation took hold with little or no resistance, and began gestating in the body politic well before the lobbying and the song and dance, when we were festooned with the dankness of our sweat, with the yellow ribbons of our fear, with the ravishing and chronic blindness to an un-masked reality, which had been coming on, which was going on, which is ongoing. Face it, these implanted pupae of calamity, hosted by the soft tissue of our minds, they await awakening, excubation in unison, sly maturation into a clandestine army, that is self deployed to game out the thin membrane of our fortitude, to deconstruct intelligent compassion, to eulogize our innocence, and inject a powerful anti-coagulant so our seeping wounds can never heal.
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Ana Elsner's prose poem INCUBATION was first published in Poetry Salzburg Review, PSR 17, Salzburg, Austria. Grateful acknowledgement is made to the editor, Dr. Wolfgang Görtschacher.
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