| Hildegard Sparkles surround her young head full of stars and chips of light gifted by shafts of sacred seeing too vivid for mortal memory to ply. Each morning in the darkness She ordered her being in the folds of Benedict in convents sprouting from visions that shook apples from a nearby orchard. Disease kept her active a Diome domicile whose life found like a bird an open window an aperture to stars sparkling in the fruit trees just out of reach. |
Copyright 2006 Dennis Slattery
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Dennis Patrick Slattery, Ph.D. teaches in the Mythological Studies Program of Pacifica Graduate Institute in Carpinteria, California. He is the author or co-editor of 10 books, including two volumes of poetry with accompanying CDs. Casting the Shadows: Selected Poems (2004) and Just Below the Water Line: Selected Poems (2002). In addition, his poetry has appeared in journals, magazines and on-line at Mythopoetry.com |