North Star
holy guide of getting lost
unflinching witness to all who become
a part of the place they’re stuck
dragon-inked sky star of ever-changing shape
won’t you glow in glow out glow down
my feet can’t find
spaces to fill
places to leave
my dirty toes make
reluctant homes
of deepening holes
awaiting the awakening
light from your 8 points
spin your salvation heel-ward
before i’m swallowed
into loam and clay
Old Song, New Worlds
beneath my breast is an open beak
with a throat that gleams
and croaks an old song
a naked tune
that shines
I spring; small, tender
teary-eyed and strong
from the detritus of a spent dream
raw, precious, without polish
there is no thing in me or on me to hide
light is low, senses high
orange peel black tea and blossoms
call this hungry bird forward
there is ripe fruit, enough for two
me and the darker shape that follows at my feet
showing me with each bite
how to get free
bellies full from food sweet and bitter
we walk on
bare heels building new worlds
as we hum and howl
to the sky
Jessica Knight is an Arizona-based artist, tarot reader and seeker of the weird and wondrous. Endlessly inspired by what she can’t fully understand, she writes, paints and divines to get closer to it. See what she’s up to at www.cathartistaura.com
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