Obsidian’s Edge 2

6:30 am
Early morning mass:
San Pedro

1

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A single sunbeam descends.
Sharp blade of a heliocentric sword,
it shatters the chapel’s dark:
fragments of light
stained with glazed colors.

A pallid lily truncated
by the dawn’s pearly light,
the young widow
kneels in prayer.

Her head wears a halo.
Her pilgrim palm
presses into the granite
forcing cold stone
into warm fingers.

Flesh clutches
the statue’s marble hand:
a maze of human veins
— petrus / piedra —
this church now a rock.

2

Outside the church,
a boy pierces his lips
with a cruel spine of cactus.

The witch doctor
catches the warm blood
in a shining bowl
and blesses the  girl
who kneels before him.

On her head she carries
a basket filled with flowers
and heavy stones.
He sprinkles it
with blood.

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She will carry
this basket on her head
until the evening shadows
finally weigh
and she lays her burden
down.

3

Cobbles clatter beneath walking feet:

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when the stones grow tongues,
will they speak the languages
in which we dream?

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8 thoughts on “Obsidian’s Edge 2

  1. I love this piece, Roger. The imagery you use is delicate and subtle in places and yet powerful:

    Her head wears a halo.
    Her pilgrim palm
    presses into the granite
    forcing cold stone
    into warm fingers.

    Flesh clutches
    the statue’s marble hand:
    a maze of human veins
    — petrus / piedra —
    this church now a rock.

    I look forward to reading more of this!

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    • Thank you, Tanya. I am revising the ms. as I blog and will certainly be putting more online. I am thinking of re-publishing the three Oaxaca books as a Trilogy in a single volume. I have a fourth book of Oaxaca prose (unpublished) and may include that as well. It is different from the others and I am still re-thinking it.

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    • Thank you so much: I am working on Obsidian 3 right now. I’ll have it ready for tomorrow. The book was published in 2005 (At the Edge of Obsidian) but I am revising it once more as I prepare it for posting. As someone famous once said: “We are not writers: we are re-writers!”

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  2. Roger, this is my first read of your work. And I’m simply bowled over.
    How delicate! I love your diction. Please consider me a fan now.

    And this:
    “when the stones grow tongues,
    will they speak the languages
    in which we dream?”

    One of the most profound reads ive come across in a while.

    Liked by 2 people

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