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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(for Joan Vinge, upon reading The Summer Queen)
Stars hung in the garden icing the trees with lantern light. The ghost of my longing stepped from the sky. Her white hair streamed. Her eyes did not see the vast ocean of space between us; they saw only the invitation and the dance.
And the silken chords of music played only for us, rippling like a living tapestry in the night. Bells chimed. Who could prefer fear to her touch? I trembled when I took her hand.
The music of the spheres is inscrutable; we dance to it, patterning infinity. The space between is not vast. It is only uncertain. We glide through the intimate cosmos, on silver wings, tangled in our eternal embrace.
