Chagall's BrideA Poem by Shara FaskowitzI sail into midnight in a gown of cobwebs, in firefly earrings. I wear no shoes. I skim barefoot through spirits. I float above zombie louts, those Calibans, those mooncalves who wonder and stumble. I float alone trailing serenity in a dusty blue wake. I sing thin hymns to the night. It swallows them whole.
Tears skate my cheeks like mercury. They drop in tiny silver beads, each one a starry story, particles of secret that dot the sky. Follow them and you may find me where I bless the bread twice, pulling air to me, pulling HaShem to me. My whispers curse the darkness and shatter yorsite candles. Crows glide up from the earth and speak to me from empty eyes.
They see angels. I do not. I am occupied. I scatter the distant ground, the barren ground with memories cast in meteor dust and so the Perseids are active tonight. © 2008 Shara FaskowitzReviews
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