in a before time
a smattering of twistings
pitched apple grenades
way out in the water
where is my mind?
holding an entreaty:
dear matter tell us
in honour of your
awed and varied rich craft
affirm hour tender vespers
green sheaves full of pisky dust
and arouse dawn’s bold aurora
© Curtis Ackie 2022
Pamela Colman Smith, The High Priestess (1909)
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