This articulates what I’ve known, but never been able to say. Thank you to #SonyaReneeTaylor for sharing.
Some bridges need burning.
Not that you should make a habit
of disrupting the roadways, but there
are some places that should never
be revisited. Soaked it in coal oil,
set a case of roman candles
square in the middle. Prayerfully
light the match. Catch the tinder.
Call just the right amount of breeze
to fan the flames into a spectacular
smoking pyre, shooting rockets skyward
so the other side cannot miss the destruction
over your personal River Kwai.
It’s the ones along the footpath
you need to be careful with.
The small bridges crossed daily, unseen.
A little rickety, some creaking boards,
safe footing across the swampy part,
keeping your shoes clean.
Your journey swift and sure,
with last year’s weeds winter dry
where you step onto solid ground.
Those are the ones you don’t even notice.
It’s that cigarette butt carelessly tossed
as you hurry onward thinking of other things
that catches in weeds, feeds on
the tinder dry planks till they crackle merrily.
You are miles away before the piers
smolder down to the water line
and disappear beneath the duck weed.
You will notice on your way home.
Your foot sinks into the muck,
your shoe comes as you pull it out.
Then you will look up and see the marsh
has no dry crossing, no magickal path,
only mud and reeds and black wet spots.
You will wonder, then,
where the little footbridge went
and how will you get home now,
how will you keep your shoes clean,
and if there are alligators out there.
But the creaky old footbridge has
donated her carbon back to the swamp
to feed whatever comes next.
Cyn Hanrahan McCollum 2/14/14
Wowps is the Women of the World Poetry Slam. This year it is in Austin,TX and (after some unexpected hospital bills last month)I need a little help to raise money for the flight and hotel costs in order to attend. Whether or not I get to compete in the slam is still a little up in the air (I w…
So the it’s like this….the sooner I raise airfare the less money I will need to ask for….basically if I raise $500 by this weekend I can stop begging for money…and because I kind of hate begging for money if I reach $500 by the end of this weekend I will send anyone that donated a special edition chapbook and a sloppy love note covered in kisses and stickers! Deal?
Origin: Greek Mythology.
Features: She feasted on blood by seducing young men as they slept, before drinking their blood and eating their flesh. She is pictured as wearing brazen slippers and bearing flaming hair. She was believed to have one leg of a donkey and the other being a brass prosthetic leg. Mistaken many times for being a vampire, though she was a demigoddess.
Born Of: Hecate and the spirit Mormo.
They were sent by Hecate to guard roads and devour travelers. According to Philostratus, empusae ran and hid, uttering a high-pitched scream, at the sound of insults.
I was unable to find any other short myths of the Empusa, unfortunately. For they don’t seem to be very popular myths, there is limited information on them.
Perfect! I’ve been looking for her true self.