Asia attenuated by the sojourn in the steppes.
I will write a parallel journal to yours
Weave a gossamer web held by whale pins,
spittle and tears to catch you in your lost flight.
Then grind into powder with a sprinkle of lavender
and hyacinth water, lizard tongues and sparrow nest
stir my imaginary crone’s cauldron and chant my spell.
We will take this journey together
Spiral down to the depths and soar
buoyed by dolphins play, sirens’ laughter.
Sea anemones in your hair trailing lazily
On moonlight beams.
Malice and spite will not get respite
I will swallow venom whole and
spew out shells and garlands of flowers.
Knowledge will come slowly in spurts,
harvest of blood and tears
and secret meanderings in the dark.
For I have been tried by fire and ice,
and enfolded into the Snow Queen’s wings
and withstood her kiss.
I have dreamt you, and felt your pain
and hunted you down like
anguished Demeter Persephone in Hades.
In accepting everything you are,
the chimeras, the dreams.
abominations and impersonations
These will all turn to play
and you will re-invent yourself from
the light of your cells
and sing your song in grace.