Monday, October 10, 2016

Poem: The Wheel of Fortune (Alison Stone)

The Wheel of Fortune
From Ordinary Magic, published by NYQ Books August 29, 2016

From my eternal turning, everything
that falls can rise and what goes up
can plummet like a torn balloon.
I am painted with the law of fate.

What falls can rise and what goes up…
An old story, thick with questions.
I am painted with the law.
The breath of this law is concealed in its letters.

History thickens with questions.
The way the moon masks herself as a woman
and the breath of the law is concealed in its letters,
the Grail hides in your kitchen sink.

Old moon masked as a woman,
soul obscured by flesh,
the Grail hides in your kitchen sink.
Wealth passes into winter, war into song.

The soul costumed as flesh
can plummet like a torn balloon.
Wealth passes into winter, war into song.
From my eternal turning, everything.

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