Where It Leads
- Where It Leads
Which of you rode the lone redhorse across emptyhills of fame, who at the lastwell found water?The knee bends and songconfesses its dust to dance.Old duet. Stand at the basin of mountains.Climb where roots vein from bothyour bodies, the crippled and the fat,the fierce deer, the filigreed iron,the woven man-machine of histories—only veins—raising promises—A day for novice saints.Our own umbrellas rise likeflower shrouds,our cold feet stamp,the balance of your darkdance paints fire—we’re impatientholy poet-steeds, chilleduntil your survivor-browed crow-wings hover—A she once velvet necked,nipples high-ardent to adore a heslope-lidded wizard molding centuriesto walls of revolt and lilies. Duet.Wild riders. Killers. Lovers.Now, painting fresh red intonight for the rain to end,for sunrise on the day of the dead.I’ll take your blood-horse, now.Where it leads.
Margo Berdeshevsky often lives in Paris. Her poetry collections are Between Soul and Stone and But a Passage in Wilderness (Sheep Meadow Press.) Her Beautiful Soon Enough received Fiction Collective Two’s Innovative Fiction Award (University of Alabama Press). Other honors include the Robert H. Winner Award from the Poetry Society of America, eight Pushcart Prize nominations, two Pushcart “special mention” citations for works in Kenyon Review, Agni, Pleiades, New Letters, Poetry International, and more. A multigenre collection of poems and images, Stilled Summer, is at the next gate, and a cross-genre novel Vagrant is forthcoming from Jaded Ibis Press. For more detailed information, see http://redroom.com/member/margo-berdeshevsky [margober@maui.net]
