Administrator May, 2006
In the wind
I hear the sound
In the sky
I see the sight
In the fire
I smell the heat
and I am another self again.
My fur keeps the rain off
keeps the pain off
My hide keeps the cold out
keeps the words out
My claws dig the earth deep
dig my thoughts deep
and I am strong.
Stronger than fear
Stronger than hate
Stronger than hopelessness
and my roar drowns apathy.
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author bio:
Siiri Cressey
Administrator May, 2006
I see the gold flowing out of you
and you are like a sun
like a moon
like a star
like an angel
like the song you sing
like a dragonfly
like a lion
like a birch tree
like a white flower
like a pale bird
like a sunrise
like a lamp
like a waking cat
like a baby
like a rushing stream
like a knight
like a moth
like a silver cup
like a bright fish
like a snowflake
like a storm
like a god
like a beautiful thing
singing in Mothers’ garden.
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author bio:
Siiri Cressey
Administrator May, 2006
Wind rushes through the grass
the moon grass
the hiding grass
the magic grass
the grass who turns silver and whispers songs
when you touch it in moonlight.
I’m not supposed to touch the grass.
Especially not now
when the moon is high and full
and the night wind blows dark and secret
but I can’t resist.
I am a Bear Girl,
a Fox Girl,
a Raven Girl,
a Cat Girl,
a Wild Girl.
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author bio:
Siiri Cressey
Administrator May, 2006
Black feathers glint
obsidian eyes
edging the robe
that adorns your princely figure
like a crown.
Lush mouth
red like blood
red like roses
Chocolate eyes rimmed in black
Starry prince
Body of a dancer
Hands of an artist
I feel your hands in my soul
Your hands like leaves
Your hands like feathers
Your hands like soft water
Your hands like fur
Your hands like lillies
Your hands like warm shields
Your hands like swords
Your hands like pens
Your hands like smooth stones
Your hands like lathes
Your hands like scythes
Your hands like petals
Your eyes like pools
Your eyes like firedrops
Your eyes like lighening
Your eyes like tomb doors
Your eyes like candles
Your eyes like mouths
Your voice like music
Your voice like thunder
Your voice like old friendship
Your voice like the dawn
Your voice like pressed linen
Your voice like sweet whispers
Your voice like battle shouts
Your voice like crowds
Your voice like medicine
Your mouth like plums
Your mouth like hornets
Your mouth like earth
Your mouth of sharp teeth
Your mouth like wet silver
Your mouth like opals
Your mouth like a furnace
Your mouth like cakes
Your mouth like sweet drink
Your mouth like a reprimand
Your face like mirrors
Your face like souls
Your face like water
Your face like marble
Your face like cotton
Your face like babies
Your face like stars
Your face terrible
Your face wonderful
You near
You far
You within
You outside
Your you
As you stand at the door of Everything
in the circus of the soul
in the moment of birth
in the changing of the mind
in the place of passions
in the crater of death
and usher us through.
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author bio:
Siiri Cressey
