Lizards In?

poem & photo by Elizabeth

ARE THERE LIZARDS IN YOUR FAMILY TREE?

Do you scuttle lithely sand and stone,
peek out from rocks through half-shut lids
while others' hands are clasped in dance
beneath the bone-white crescent slit?

Are your eyes autonomous,
right darts to lips and left to toes;
as softer flesh sips steamed orgeat
do you watch the spoon, the ankles cross?

Do you begin each day with push-ups
then shield yourself from sun in shade;
when threatened do your muscles flex,
your speech reduce to a chortling hiss?

Do others comment, How cold your hands,
how dry your skin? Do you dream of
grasshoppers sweet in your mouth, or
screaming wake from the jaws of a snake?

Thank you to the editor of Something Like Homesickness: A Zapizdat Poetry Anthology for first publishing this poem.

Masks

poem & photo by Elizabeth

MASKS OF CARDINAL FEATHERS

                                               Drape
                                                              Me in
                          Crimson rOse petals,
                                                              garnets, 
                                                                                   coraL,
                                              RuBies
                 and feed me
                                                dragon's Blood,
                                                                                     cherries,
                                                        straWberries,
                                 plums,
        salmon,
                        meRlot
                                          then make me
                                                                            glow,
                                                   flush,
                           blush,
                                                           BlooM
                                  till I'm
                                          Rubeous,
                             carneLian,
                                               verMilioN
        as ScarLet hummingbirds
                                                                SOAR from our
                                                                                                   Mad
                                               voRacious
                                                                          heartS.
     
                              

Thank you to the editor of Absinthe Revival for first publishing this poem.

Longest Night

photo by Elizabeth

Happy Winter Solstice!

Many will sing and hold vigil tonight so that the Sun can sleep deep & long and then rise in the morning renewed, ready to begin a brand new day & year. In many traditions, tomorrow marks New Year’s Day in honor of Solar Time.

May this be a year of increasing peace, compassion for others and oneself, potable water & food for all and the building of a kinder inclusive world, not for profit but for love.

To your Joy and Life!

photo by Elizabeth

Oak Moon

photo by Elizabeth

Other names for the December full moon include: Honey Moon**, Snow Moon, Full Cold Moon, Mistletoe Moon, Frost Moon, Winter Moon, Peach Moon, Christmas Moon, Dark Night Moon, Strawberry Moon**, Long Night Moon, Younger Hard Time Moon, Twelfth Moon, Margashirsha Moon, Fruit Moon, Bitter Moon, Rose Moon**, Moon Before Yule*, Solstice Moon***

*As long as the last moon is before Yule, as it is in 2021.

**Southern Hemisphere.

***When it’s within days of Solstice.