my alabaster box is broken
my hair perfumed
i am the weeping
woman, child
lost & found
i am like stardust
hammocked
in the web of the
moon, dreamer
asleep in the blue-flame
rain, cloud and fog
delivered on the
dark-smoke water
eyelids stirring
in dappled light
opening to the full
s t
r e t
c h
in the sweet summer
sun
when everything is
new again,
believing
i am my best work
in my pajamas, cuddling
my preferred method
of communication
i am a seeker of poison
to extract from wounds,
salve when
storm-blistered,
and hope when there
is
nothing else
i am consumed
in crimson smolder
passion
and peaceful glow,
soft & bold
my alabaster box is
broken
my hair perfumed
i am the weeping
woman, child
lost & found
© 2014 Jennifer
Wagner
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photo © 2014 jennifer
wagner
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For dVerse Meeting the Bar: Self Portraits. Brian has challenged us to write a "selfie" poem which can be "symbolic, metaphorical, descriptive".