my ribs a gilded cage where seeds of both my destruction and salvation embed themselves my bloody fingers a trowel dig deep into soil rich in irony and heme where all things bloom both grotesque and exquisite threatening to burst loose hungry for the light Image courtesy of Pinterest © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Uninvited the devilish imp lurks around corners slinks around me looking for opportunities to nip my skin pull my hair tie shoelaces together so I trip I fall reminding me that although he has shrunk in stature he is not vanquished not exorcized his hissing voice tries to insinuate itself in my ear “worthless” “useless” “old” “ugly” “fat” “bitch” I long […]
Their voices droned on Unwilling to hear her truth Threatening silence Her voice not valued By small men with small ideas Still, she persisted © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail me when I try […]
One of my favorite pieces of poetry that I have written in 2018 is Adam’s Rib, which was originally published on Whisper and the Roar.
For all os who have ever waited for an anxiety-provoking medical test.
My latest poem on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective
There is magic In our bones Deep Ancient Resonate Ancestral memories Of a hundred lifetimes Hum in our blood You my pull-apart The other half of my soul That I am destined to seek Lifetime after lifetime There is magic In our bones Words of power Woven in our marrow We have invented new languages Of love and longing […]
I am Fragments of poetry Wisps of dreams Drifting musical notes Memories captured in amber Metal Dragons Origami Cranes Blood orange kisses Words of strength Etched in ink on skin Poet’s soul Woman’s heart Lover’s passion Witch’s spirit Shield Maiden’s battle cry Pieces of me, all I drink the moon Hear my own music in my veins Listen […]