The Oracle
I don my white silk gown
and wrap the garland vine
of leaves and berries
around my head.
My golden curls trill down,
making a regal sound.
I keep my feet bare
that they might feel the rich dirt
that covers the heartbeat
of the earth. I then wait
by the cold-running brook,
watching for the prophecy
that is coming to me.
I mark my time,
staying patient in my pose,
an oracle with no news yet to know –
no futures to tell, no warnings to give – ,
until the secrets of life float downstream
to my waiting hands.
Cynthia Pitman
I am a retired English teacher with poetry published in Ariel Chart, Amethyst Review, Vita Brevis, Leaves of Ink, Third Wednesday (One Sentence Poem Contest finalist), Ekphrastic Review, Postcard Poems and Prose, Right Hand Pointing, Literary Yard, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Three Line Poetry, Scarlet Leaf, and others. I have fiction and memoir published in Dual Coast Magazine, Red Fez, and Saw Palm Review: Florida Literature and Art. My first poetry collection, The White Room, is forthcoming from Aldrich Press/Kelsay Books.
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