Unstitch my mouth of black threads & brine
Unbound my hands, I am in search of garden
I am marking with red seeds, this path, mine
Not on your ancient books or shrines
Not on your laws with heavy curtains
Unstitch my mouth of black threads & brine
Your morality police lacks spine
My voice, my face etched with burdens
I am marking with red seeds, this path, mine
Searching for my own power & shine
Your cruel blows kill - I can't pardon
Unstitch my mouth of black threads & brine
Do you fear that I will get out of line?
I am Eve and Anahita
I'm marking this body with red seeds, mine
With sacred twigs & water from the garden
I'll draw rockets, stairways, freedom
I unstitch my mouth of black threads & brine
I am marking with red seeds, this path, mine
The Pomegranate Garden,” acrylic on canvas mounted on shaped wood panels, 74 x 57 x 8 inches
Inspired by the Iranian artist, Arghavan Khosravi, Colossal.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight. Join us with your poem when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Have a good weekend!
