Loose pages from time
collated and combined
to form a seal. ‘Fidelity’
italicized, illumined
on the manuscript –
an idol or ideal
once thought immutable.
Priestess enfleshed
as traditor, she stumbles
on her many tentacled
equivocation –
recalls the ritual
rending of the veil.
No longer able to maintain
her former love’s sectarian claim
she riffles through the pages
of her life. A few words
underlined, her youth transcribed
on parchment; genial memories
transformed into mysteries –
a facile binding
of a former liberty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem