#almitra david

[contremineur]

This is not an altar, though today you have placed a small bouquet of wild violets in the glass beside your cup. I know they are for me.

Almitra David

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[violettesiren]

with the summer solstice she's ready for her first taste the sweet juice on her tongue she

knows where they grow the back roads the paths along the bay where the soil is rich and deep she

has watched their progress

timing is crucial if she sleeps too late if she wanders casually to the bushes as though there were no race

she'll hear no apologies sung to her just full bird sounds content from the trees

Mulberries by Almitra David

[violettesiren]

sometimes at night she tries to think of new ways to keep them away

what good is a a row of tin cans or a straw man when the trees explode black

she knows how they come back and back she hears them cry hungry from  Valhalla

and she's not ready to go there's corn to grow and horses to feed and crabs to scoop from the bay

sometimes after supper when the dusk hovers for a minute before black she

sees thirteen Valkyries waiting in the oak tree outside her bedroom window

Crows by Almitra David