The New Shape of Monster
The wind blew me into a new shape – a strange shape
A shape I did not know or recognise
This new shape was an old shape
And I am monster – framed in exactitudes by others
I am mother – the maker
A conduit who is more
Who is PERSON.
I am etched and carved in shadow and bone
I am medusa and the cold stone
A lithographic angel of the ages
Shifting through the cycles of the moon and sun and life
Embodiment tugging at the edges of the who of I am
This shadow is a constellation of selfs
This outline a guide
That others would trap me within.
I am forging new paths
Foraging and cultivating the remnants of me
I find them everywhere
Scattered in broken tatters
They flutter in the rain and the wind
Elements of whether – these make of me new shapes
Sculptures and forms
Things that can stand on their own – and do not need to fit.
Posted: Tuesday, November 26th, 2024 @ 11:28 am
Categories: Poems, Within and Without.
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