Thursday, October 31, 2013

Daily Prompt: Sentences of Reverence

An Intuition of Angels

I have not gone on pilgrimage
or lain prostrate before a saint
but long ago on a high hill
in Wisconsin, when swollen buds
burst from pale purple casings
into tender green, I danced
a liturgy and in their blaze
of autumn color, I sang an anthem.

In later years I have not often
knelt in prayer on kneelers
pulled down at church
but I’ve bent my knees
and bowed my head
into the north wind
driving against me

and when the time came
to turn back, I’ve felt its force
along vertebrae and scapulae
so strong, I knew how wings
must have evolved.

first published in In the Folds (Rattlesnake Press, 2005); used by permission of the author  

Daily Prompt: Think of a time you felt reverence--in a house of worship, outside, cradling a newborn, laughing with a friend--and write two long, rolling sentences about the experience. Enjoy.

For another poem by Allegra, and more poems for reflection, visit Yoga Stanza.

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