3
She had been earthed
( had i earthed
her by my intrusion? )
eyes no longer turned
upon phenomena I
could not locate.
She considered me a
plunderer, a facund man,
a madman: one who
scries alphabets
of daggers, of arrows.
Zigzagged tights in a
knot in her pocket,
the tip of each
hair luminous a fox-
fire or rotten wood,
she opened the violet
gate at her throat
to release the fractal
silhouette of Pan.
Published in a wonderful collection of esoteric poetry and essays > Datura by Scarlet Imprint
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PAUL HOLMAN is the author of The Fabulist (1991) and The Memory of the Drift (
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