Maria and the lily
The lily was black.
And the angel adorned with heavy armor.
Whose words sounded a declaration of war.
This would be the battlefield – for attack
His gaze directed, beyond the window
into the dancing desert
listening from the street, the womens' voices and
laughter. Echoing from –
as billowing white sheets
waved high on rooftops.
The flow of everything impeded nothing
And for a while, she forgot the angel
which called on her to stand for all that she stood
Her stance, here nor there, would matter not
Yet she knew the battle would rage
festering under skin ravaging a'waste
crimson deep like the apple
while the worm devours – savors
a lesser creature without name
burrowing yet darkening, beauty's face.
(From “The Lost Goddess”, 2023)
(translated by Ginger F. Zaimis)
A N N A
Sant'
Anna la Madonna
il Bambino e san Giovannino (1501-1505)
They represent you as
a crone
With crinkled eyes, blurred:
Mother of mothers
– how else? –
concieving entire worlds,
Alas Leonardo
succumbs not
to rumours
He sees your lush lips
cheeks that radiate
endless youth: Mother
of mothers
– how else? –
eternal matriarch ageless
and I on behalf of your child.
With the anagramic
letters A N N A
– the merciless comings and goings
between beginnings and endings –
clasped
by the chain of dreams like stone
skimming water
that journeys to depths
of estuary's source
again and again.
And you look back at
me
always young
always old
ever in front of me, you
my mirror and
my name.
(from “The Lost Goddess”, 2023)
(translated by Ginger F. Zaimis)
Whose words sounded a declaration of war.
This would be the battlefield – for attack
His gaze directed, beyond the window
into the dancing desert
laughter. Echoing from –
as billowing white sheets
waved high on rooftops.
And for a while, she forgot the angel
which called on her to stand for all that she stood
Her stance, here nor there, would matter not
festering under skin ravaging a'waste
while the worm devours – savors
a lesser creature without name
burrowing yet darkening, beauty's face.
il Bambino e san Giovannino (1501-1505)
With crinkled eyes, blurred:
Mother of mothers
concieving entire worlds,
to rumours
He sees your lush lips
cheeks that radiate
endless youth: Mother
of mothers
eternal matriarch ageless
and I on behalf of your child.
– the merciless comings and goings
between beginnings and endings –
clasped
by the chain of dreams like stone
skimming water
that journeys to depths
of estuary's source
again and again.
always young
always old
ever in front of me, you
my mirror and
my name.
