Todd Mecklem photo
By
Ferral Willcox
Book of Phosphorus
after “Medusa” by Sylvia Plath
You have written another bible –
leaves bound to the spine of a maple
bleeding its end of days, end of days, end of days;
girdles of limbs strangle the pythons
embroiled in their kills, but you,
you were merciful. You bestowed yourself
in robed explosions. You were feathery, apart,
linguistic lace applied to the starched white collar.
You said “incendiary” and “defoliant”
when you meant hell, as Willie Peter stole away
in the Fenian fire with limp worms of terms for sleep
leaving us to pick at our toenails and cancers.
We hid where the roofs were thin
to be sure we could hear the rain
when it came. But we read.
We threaded the words in our heads
around the grey root coils sprouting
out vipers, lineages, liturgical squid
to fondle the hairdresser in her shock
and awe. You were always shocking
the limpids into a murk of snakes.
This was never a job for scissors.
Hacksaws, machetes, lodge
in the turgid flesh of your text.
“Do you know God?” you said.
I got up, and I ran.
The golden tea
The golden tea and its heat beads pearling clear glass
A slippery light, slanted deftly, appears to drift
stage left, in truth, there is a hole in the roof
that lights the naga aura in conspiracy with certain moons…
enlightened serpent, a nemesis, a wreath of death
with wishes blessed in the glow, the still middle
candle rises where warm wax pools, shamash
of the night sky touching the mewling kittens
stuck outside in the empty cistern. There are no gods
for us. No yahwehs buddhas christs. Enter, stage right,
Science. We are the control group. We are held
in suspense. Will He love us? Forever?
Ferral Willcox
Ferral Willcox is a U.S. born poet and musician currently living in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Ferral’s work can be found in Per Contra, Peacock Journal, concis, Calamaro, and elsewhere. Ferral’s work was featured in the Q-Street venue of the Philadelphia Fringe Festival, and she spent two months in residence at Starry Night Retreat in Truth or Consequences, NM.
yes yes and many thanks slippery as young eels under the dock
Just wonderful. A pleasure to read...