The
Bannik is a bathhouse spirit in Slavic mythology. The imagery it
sparked led me to some interesting places. It's also the second
sonnet in this year's cycle to (obliquely) reference Led Zeppelin...
We
dig our claws so deep into each other
that
life becomes an ecstasy of blood ‒
the
wordless canticle of heedless lovers
to
raise a charm against the coming flood.
We
prophesy in childbirth and in water,
equivocate
through fantasy and pain ‒
together
we will give the world no quarter
but
slide our claws under its skin again.
And
when the levee breaks we flee in fire,
preferring
to incinerate in style,
yet
still the blazing folly of the pyre
provokes
a sudden unexpected smile ‒
some
understanding born out of desire,
a
whispered kiss for every lonely mile.
RJT
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