Inaril.Inari’s defiled messengerInari
Nicole Cichanski
A shrine is behind grandmother’s house.
A grove of ancient trees shelter it. When I was very young, Grandmother would place me on her knee to spin stories. She would speak, hum, and
sing of Inari. Her tone of voice lingers
and of those fragment pieces
I remember this: Inari’s couriers are white foxes.
A shrine is behind our home. &nb
CirclesIn the sun a candle has no purposeCircles
Only in the dark, can the small flame be appreciated. When one is thirsting
Water becomes a fine vintage like well age wine. Everything is a cycle. A great wheel of movement
that spiral and controls
the universe.
Prismatic For the longest time, I lived my life like a cocoon.Prismatic
Inside this safe, sheltered world I can dig my nails though steel ribs.
I soak in fragrant water, scented with ginger and cucumber.
Studying the dome ceiling of my privileged private little world the long steal bars and prismatic crys
The world is mine!
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Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon?
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