Confession Poem PAD April 13th, 2015

Demeter’s Confession

The cypress trees protect the wall from wind

that pushes with both arms. The dust, a sprite,

who whisks a layer on the table, tiles,

and bench, removes the leaves from beds where sprouts

are poking through the soil. She walks into

the grove, head bowed, hands folded, eyes inside

her thoughts and prays outloud at Hades’ door.

He slides the screen, absolves her sins, then slams

it closed again. With penance paid in full,

her daughter transports spring to earth. Amen.

Kim King © 2015


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Poeming to save myself
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