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Tuesday 28 October 2014
Thursday 2 October 2014
Amber
I
Seven
sisters pine for a brother, lost
as
he tried to prove Apollo was his father.
Resinous
tears have hardened to form
relentless
scars the colours of amber
on
their aspen stems. Is selfless love
and
sacrifice of life their only choice?
II
And
for the Sun God is this really choice?
His
son in flames and all his daughters lost
in
molten grief. Even divine love
seems
futile for this father -
his
offspring lactating amber
from
their fruitless forms.
III
A
fisherman scans the waves for the form
of
his daughter, vortex-sucked without
choice,
to
a luxury palace of amber.
The
Lithuanian maiden is lost.
Though
crowned by a prince of the sea, she calls for her father,
tossing
glossy gemstones to assure him of her love.
IV
And
Freya, stripped of her usual wisdom and love,
moonstruck by Brisingamen’s glistening form,
forgetting
her daughters and Odur, their father,
got
fucked by four dwarves and paid for her choice.
She
wanders in vain, seeks the husband she lost.
Sea-kissed,
her tears wash ashore as pure amber.
V
A
Sea-Queen possessed a palace of amber
and
yet was powerless to love
or
save her man whose life was lost
when
Daddy’s lightning struck his mortal form.
‘A
mere mortal man can not be our mermaid’s choice,’
roared
the god, reduced to the tones of an incensed father.
VI
Fiery
mothers from my grandmothers’ father-
land
wafted incense – burning scent of amber’s
orange
flame. Yellow pendants, the Baltic choice
to
heal and protect the families they love.
Their
DNA’s included in my form,
so
connection to that strength cannot be lost.
VII
Respect
was lost. All fears were not, father.
But,
as sun-spangles sometimes form in amber,
so
I am charmed and love by my free choice.
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