In the Chapel of the Sea Witch
My reaction to an impactful exhibit. Please visit the facebook photo album — link at the end of the poem.
The Chapel of the Last Sea Witch
pink Glows welcome me to an internal sea of femininity
Where bleached corals shed
tears
Of Hope
and Childhood’s reach of arms lost
Beckon me to swim beneath the surf —
I play
with gopher’s grin stirring
a Kettle of want and knowing
as I dress my bones
With light — regina doi-kollegger
Where bleached corals shed
tears
Of Hope
and Childhood’s reach of arms lost
Beckon me to swim beneath the surf —
I play
with gopher’s grin stirring
a Kettle of want and knowing
as I dress my bones
With light — regina doi-kollegger
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