Stephen Nelson




The Sun Spear

You are pierced, it’s true,
and the sun has seared your child flesh;
but since we share a flame,
and since we spin like spirits in a ceilidh of flames,
I am split and seared with you,
kilted to our wounds
by a fine, sharp pin, sawn from the bone.

It’s not enough to scorch the wound,
or smudge our flesh with sage;
we need to bathe in sea water,
allow a salted, sizzling ecstasy to our veins,
as if a galaxy of butterflies could beat the waves with their wings,
and lift the drowning infant into the arms
of a broken mother.

Then we might at last caress the pain,
sew it to the infinite comfort
of a new born mythology,
without the kiss of guilt,
or bite of history
as kindling.




Stephen Nelson is the author of Lunar Poems for New Religions (KFS Press) and Thorn Corners (erbacce-press). His latest book is a Xerolage of visual poetry called Arcturian Punctuation He blogs visual poetry at

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