« Back to issue 40

I Build A Pagoda For My Small Gods

by



the sunflower goddess,
the lady of elderberry wine;

the gods of conjunctions,
shape-shifting, shutter speed;

the two-faced god of
writer's block and inspiration —

blind-folded both, a bunch
of rusty keys around their neck.

I build a pagoda and weave
spells into its walls, gently

sandpaper its eaves into scenes
from half-remembered dreams.

In the hexagonal room the gods
withdraw to penumbral niches.

There on my soft square pillow,
faded and dimpled twice,

I kneel and watch them
pray for me.

0 Likes | 0 Comments | Author


About Michaela A. Gabriel


2 0
Michaela A. Gabriel lives in Vienna, Austria and spends a lot of her time helping adults to speak better English. She swears that this has nothing to do with getting a larger audience for her poetry. Occasionally she translates such thrilling publications as brochures about birdfeed or curricula for a local University of Applied Sciences. She does not...read more drink coffee, energy drinks or beer, nor does she smoke, but she makes up for all that with a chocolate addiction.

0 comments
Discussion

You must be a Red Fez member to comment.
There are no comments yet...

Just Outside The City Limits:

You were wrong Gil Scott-Heron | The revolution will be televised after all | And we did lose Detroit | Or some part of the heart of Detroit | Not to a nuclear disaster | ...
Just Outside The City Limits
by Steven Gulvezan
poetry