My mom calls this one sinister, my best friend, Jen calls it 'almost holy' but whatever happened during the process of creation, I can't really say, it felt channeled and it felt like having my good friend, Tangerine of Revolution Truth visit while I painted helped make it what it is. Astrologically, both my progressed moon and sun are in Scorpio; it's time to cut the bullshit, no? Sinister or holy, what do you think?
The Poet Has Come Back
(by Margaret Atwood)
The poet has come back to being a poet after decades of being virtuous instead.
Can’t you be both? No. Not in public.
You could, once, back when God was still thundering vengeance
and liked the scent of blood, and hadn’t got around to slippery forgiveness.
Then you could scatter incense and praise, and wear your snake necklace,
and hymn the crushed skulls of your enemies to a pious chorus.
No deferential smiling, no baking of cookies, no I’m a nice person really.
Welcome back, my dear. Time to resume our vigil,
time to unlock the cellar door, time to remind ourselves
that the god of poets has two hands: the dexterous, the sinister.
