Sunday, May 06, 2018

Poetry and Bitter Wine

—Anonymous Photo        

—Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CA

Then come to us
and we will give you
mysterious breads
and honey,
and we will give you
fruit to peel
and dates from
an apothecary jar.

And we will give you
all the hours of the night
for poetry
and bitter wine,
and we will give you
so much love
that you be drunk with us
and we with you.

And in the silence of
the meadowlark
whose broken song
has echoes through and through
and through,
we will give you
burning eyes
and a sun-torn hour
to take away
with you.

(first pub. in Aye, 1974, and  
The Poet Being [mini-chap], 2002)   


—Medusa, with thanks to Joyce Odam for her fine poem today!