Old poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024.
Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...
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Deep in the stone heart of the forge, fire leaps a dance to caress the sky. A breath from the bellows is the roar of the dragon. Phoenix rises. Deep in the heart of my brother's eyes fire leaps a dance, to brush the back of the spheres.
Phoenix rises, and dances at the third gate. Cymbals; and the sulphurous smell of sweat. Deep in the heart of his eyes my brother's dross is turned to gold; veiled behind Ishtar's gauze are his mysteries, but I have pierced beyond. A breath from the bellows. Phoenix rises, and my brother seeks the fire. The veil is pierced; the philosopher's stone is found, and the third gate is breached.
The phoenix rises to dance the music of the spheres. Deep in the heart of the flames, the planets are still. A breath from the bellows. The roar of the dragon is my brother transformed in phoenix flight. The veil is pierced. We two are one in the embrace of the gods.
