POETRY
Liquid Light of Mine
Turn, twirl, do whatever
On the banks of Pirate Cove, ocean
Tune surrounds the sky, swirls
In the sand as tambourines sway
Drop ego, shame, free from chains
Out, out in the world at last.
Turn eyes upward, seeing straight
Onwards, tripping on sweet love.
Tunes, electric, ignite a movement
In spirits, casting strange colors—
Dropouts, artists, pacifists,
Outcasts fill and create sanctuaries.
Turning tides, these fountains of youth,
On more than any high could describe
Tuned to a radical who spoke
In parables of birds, virgins, and yeast
Dropped truth like nukes and
Outlasted any fad, claiming God for us.
Danielle Page is a truth-teller and editor of the Clayjar Review. When she’s not reading, she’s scribbling in her journal or taking a hike. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Whale Road Review, Calla Press, As Surely as the Sun Rises, The Amethyst Review, and Ekstasis Magazine.
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