What Ofelia Saw -- stephanie pope



red bee
red bee
red bee
red bee
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red bee



 
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rock the cradle she holies
save the child first and
she lost herself
in salvation

the freed child
too, lost
the child, too lost

in the roil
in burning time
but the wind
picked up

that scent
her blood
lost


in the cradle
caught
in the naught
y chasm

hiding the seed
in the bleed
that has'em


aidoneus, aidoneus
give her the see/d
so she will lighten
the grave

& dark
d-meter
rock the cradle she holies
 

red bee
red bee
red bee
 

rock the cradle
maiden bled
made blade and bread
braided


bee red
..a read


red bee

 
rock the cradle she holies
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extended reading: Bee-Red essay by stephanie pope

poetry on Pan's Labyrinth:

the infinite turning poetry on Pan's Labyrinth-Ric Williams

for the absence of rain more-Ric Williams


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