Half-Skull
Half-Skull
Give me a dark room
and an unmade bed
upon which I’ll give birth.
Pressure builds
behind these eyes
and some new presence
announces itself,
rapping upon the space
between my brows.
What will issue forth:
a goddess, owl-freckled
and quicksilver-gazed
or a fungal battering ram
seeking light and air?
Can I say, ‘the kids are alright’?
Gorgeous mythic distillation. And I love this line: "owl-freckled and quicksilver-gazed”
Great work, Ross!