Hold the fire in your open arms
suck in the ash dust
crying for Porcia, Porcia
immerse yourself in the hot destruction
breathing, willfully breathing
the smoke to choke
to weep for Porcia, Porcia
Hold this fire in your open arms
what tang of soot and art
are you willing to swallow
to reanimate Porcia, Porcia
Harvest thou a bowl full of cherries
red —
eat, letting the juices run
freely down thy breast
singing Porcia, Porcia
all the while singing
Porcia
April 2019 / Day One / Prompt: Ezra Pound, Canto XXXIX “A girl’s arms have nested the fire…”
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Love this one Jilly.
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Thank you
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the poem made me wonder and read several times Jilly – I like the voice crying out and the contrast of juice and dust, all the reds too against the ash and these very inventive lines:
“what tang of soot and art
are you willing to swallow”
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Porcia, woman of power. Your writing, Jill, bears more than can be seen at a glance. A swat at those who weaken their stance….
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uh huh!
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That’s quite a piece, hot coals to digest and contemplate.
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