for Sonya Taaffe
Leaf-light on the walls: here we wait, sister.
I waited at the sea, unceasingly earnest;
I stretch bark and leaf-bright, shake the
with morning green, lush and verdant.
past poison. Through the winter, hold the
when the ice first breaks
Alicia Cole, a writer and educator, lives in Lawrenceville, GA, with a photographer, their cat, and two schools of fish. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in Asimov’s, Strange Horizons, Goblin Fruit, Dark Mountain, and Futurdaze: An Anthology of YA Science Fiction. Her musings on writing and life can be found at three-magpies.livejournal.com. She says:
Sonya posted something about the sea on her journal. I was inspired and started to wonder about Goddesses speaking to each other at the shores of the sea. Not any particular sea, more of an archetypal sea – the place where frozen faith breaks open, becoming belief. This poem is the result.