Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged dance, eros, joy, Love, passion, Poetry on August 2, 2012 | 7 Comments »
Eros never sleeps
in pitchy rooms.
He wakens
in a roll of laughter,
pulls us to a clearing
in the forest
where he strokes our cheeks
and gives us up
to dance.
When life inhales
Eros grins:
there is no dark side.
.
(c) 1996, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Mayberrie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged eros, guilt, Love, mythology, passion, purity on November 26, 2011 | 23 Comments »
If she held a beacon
tightly to her breast
it would not shadow her,
nor would her hands be stained
were she to touch
the Holy Grail.
Her veins would never tangle
should she frolic
with the gods
nor would she burn to ashes
running naked
through the fire.
She’d not be struck with blindness
nor would her conscience bleed
were she to waken Eros
from a dream.
.
(c) 1995, 2011 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Mayberrie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged eros, Holy Grail, Love, mythology, passion on September 15, 2011 | 1 Comment »
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If she held a beacon
to her breast
it would not shadow her,
nor would her hands be stained
were she to touch the Holy Grail.
Her veins would never tangle
should she frolic with the gods
nor would she burn to ash
running naked through the fire.
She’d not be struck with blindness
nor would her conscience bleed
were she to waken Eros
from a dream.
.
(c) 1995 Betty Hayes Albright
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