Monday, December 7, 2009
Heart of Carnelian
Mine is a heart of carnelian,
crimson as murder on a holy day.
Mine is a heart of cornel, the gnarled roots of a dogwood
and the bursting of flowers.
the broken wax seal on my lover's letters.
the red quartz in the deepest of mines.
the phoenix, the fiery sun, consuming and resuming myself.
I pace the halls of the underworld.
I knock on the doors of death.
I wander into the fields to stare at the sun
and lie in the grass, ripe as a fig.
The souls of the gods are with me.
They hum like flies in my ears.
I am I. I will what I will.
Mine is heart of carnelian, blood red as the crest of a phoenix.
Egyptian Book of the Dead
Translated by Normandi Ellis