That Which Was Awoken

Brave & Reckless

Inspired by Old Punk’s Languid


I had been touched before

knots kneaded loose

from fibers stretched taut

until I flowed

like waves across

crushed shell

this laying of hands

this reverent cradling

awoke things unforeseen

forgotten  SNPS

of ancestral memory

knocked loose

from lumbar fluid

bathed me

golden

I awoke misty morning angel

stigmata of roses

bleeding from tender palms

lullabies long forgotten

in mother’s tongue

spilled forth in fervent whispers

novenas that dispelled the darkness

and banished raw chill

from the bones

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© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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6 thoughts on “That Which Was Awoken

  1. I loved this poem. I think my favorite line is “stigmata of roses/bleeding from tender palms.” This is a real visceral image; the pain and the shock are equally shown through this image. I also really like “novenas that dispelled the darkness” because of its powerful implications. Very nice!

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