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Upside Down Empress


Upside Down Empress

I am drowning in my sky
sacred pool of blue fire
with pockets of soft white sulfur
blur my heat wav vision
Upside down I swing
my sight washed aside
as the tide moves on
past and through me
uncontrolled
I live in the water of my dreams
while my feet stay dry
and weightless
on the prickly ground
How is it that I am Empress of my life
yet slave
or whore
to Fate
Yet what is the difference between
Royalty and Peasantry
except which way
they see
the sky

August 23, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen

Woodland


Woodland

A grove
the ground is soft pink
a fleshy clay
mauve in its intensity
Flowers abound
flowers o’keefe
A heady sweaty scent
musky thick
envelopes the air

My dark meadow can surround you
In and out of its path you may wander
exploring
Mountain
Temple of Venus
is in the horizon
Beyond
my oyster at the mouth of a river
Fold it open
and caress my living pearl
Let me take your hand
and point you in the right direction
Let me also taste the sap
trickling from the tree in your forest
and feel you grow
in my woodland

August 1993
Tressa Lee Breen