Shala Drake Poems

Autumn.
Fall.
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Children awaken me in the early light;
'Winter is coming' they shout in unison
'The leaves have danced off the limbs and the the trees are going to sleep, Mama.' says one.
'Winter is coming' claps two and three as they parade around on my bed
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Bow down;
Lord, Divine Mother, Beloved, Friend;
Not as an overly adorned peacock, but as a simply clothed servant.
Bow down to kiss the blessed lotus feet
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The day is done.

The dinner is over.
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Children snuggle deep into your arms, giggle, 'I love you.'

Lovers squeeze the tightest as they drift off to sleep, mumble, 'you feel so good.'
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Living in a chrysalis of sadness
Cocooning myself in pain
Living in the shadows of my darkness
Screaming
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My freedom is subjugated to your stagnate walls.
My mind has zero structures; inside I fall.
You fiend, you ogre, my master, my nave.
My life is given unwillingly and ordered to behave.
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The wild women in the woods
Incense wafting in the air; sage
Cannabis and coughs
Drumming and whooping
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Women dressed in black cloth, leather, and feathers
One with a sword of silver
One with a bow and arrows of brass and wood; the warriors
One with one covered in Iridescent black shimmering in green feathers and a beak; the Raven Goddess
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I linger too long in the silence
I softly tread upon gossamer truths
I tip toe on fragile lies
I lie waiting in whispers
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