Bull Poppy Star
BULL · POPPY · STAR is the urgent, passionate lament of Ariadne, to her lover. It is a poem and a song and a prayer to wildness, to passion itself and to longing and love.
This little book was originally published by Hedgespoken Press in 2018 as part of the part of the Seven Doors in an Unyielding Stone series.
“Ariadne awoke on the island of Dia, only a woman, alone. What she thought she wanted had turned to sand and shell in her hands. The sea made the sound of weeping. Her hair moved as seaweed, as moon. Where are you my love, she cried. Where are you my husband, my father, my mother? But it was she who had gone, not they, she who had carried her thread into the darkness, so that the structures of her life might be undone. I am not your daughter, she had cried into that darkness before him, as if to summon this undoing. I am the moon’s daughter. I am my own. I am unworthy, I am dirty, I am afraid.
O bull of primordial labyrinths, O belt of honey, how desire dashes through my lower bones with your broad hand.”
BULL · POPPY · STAR is the urgent, passionate lament of Ariadne, to her lover. It is a poem and a song and a prayer to wildness, to passion itself and to longing and love.
This little book was originally published by Hedgespoken Press in 2018 as part of the part of the Seven Doors in an Unyielding Stone series.
“Ariadne awoke on the island of Dia, only a woman, alone. What she thought she wanted had turned to sand and shell in her hands. The sea made the sound of weeping. Her hair moved as seaweed, as moon. Where are you my love, she cried. Where are you my husband, my father, my mother? But it was she who had gone, not they, she who had carried her thread into the darkness, so that the structures of her life might be undone. I am not your daughter, she had cried into that darkness before him, as if to summon this undoing. I am the moon’s daughter. I am my own. I am unworthy, I am dirty, I am afraid.
O bull of primordial labyrinths, O belt of honey, how desire dashes through my lower bones with your broad hand.”
BULL · POPPY · STAR is the urgent, passionate lament of Ariadne, to her lover. It is a poem and a song and a prayer to wildness, to passion itself and to longing and love.
This little book was originally published by Hedgespoken Press in 2018 as part of the part of the Seven Doors in an Unyielding Stone series.
“Ariadne awoke on the island of Dia, only a woman, alone. What she thought she wanted had turned to sand and shell in her hands. The sea made the sound of weeping. Her hair moved as seaweed, as moon. Where are you my love, she cried. Where are you my husband, my father, my mother? But it was she who had gone, not they, she who had carried her thread into the darkness, so that the structures of her life might be undone. I am not your daughter, she had cried into that darkness before him, as if to summon this undoing. I am the moon’s daughter. I am my own. I am unworthy, I am dirty, I am afraid.
O bull of primordial labyrinths, O belt of honey, how desire dashes through my lower bones with your broad hand.”