Poetry: Awake Woman by Kelly Hall
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Awake Woman
by Kelly Hall
I am not that woman of many arms, moving everywhichway, (The woman I am, holds less than two hands one (inside the other) inside the other, lost found webbed and free two palms sowing love two palms weeping woe in a good-gone-sour world ground, sky, water once braided and bowed in harmony stands matted mangled tangled— an accessory to now-life.) I tell you, before these lips ever whispered for air and ever since these feet touched her face there was Love and Love lays in her (alive, and still) this woman she is sleeping beneath will nested in her many arms (though they twitch) rounded and waiting for the shell to crack bringing out her face to the Glow forever-life winding in and out of her lungs awake.
Kelly Hall lives outside of Houston, TX with her husband and children. She’s a freelance artist, writer and editor, currently working on The Voice Bible, a retelling of the scriptures. You can get more information about The Voice at www.hearthevoice.com.
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