These are linked poems created week by week for a year, inspired by the book No Choice But To Follow, and the poets therein who did it first.

Monday, 13 January 2014

January #2

Paper Currency

The circle is cast,
we are between the worlds
of dark and light.
We hold strips of bark
from a gum tree that gives of itself
in summer.
On the bark,
beige and smooth on one side,
dark brown and coconut rough on the other,
we have written those berry bits of ourselves
we wish to purge.
One by one,
we toss them into the fire,
shouting goodbyes
(and good riddance).
The cauldron fire leaps from red to orange.
Sparks fly, and are stamped out
on the dry ground.
Mother Gaia, Father Chronos,
take this earth-money to the gods.
With the branches empty within us,
we call for the good to come,
to spiral from the sky and fill us.

— Helen Patrice

1 comment:

  1. An unexpected place to take the words of the title — resulting in an account that speaks to me profoundly.

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