Feeding the Fire of Winter Solstice
By Cate Gable
One stick one stick one match
one fist of newsprint
and the future is set
into flames. Passion and idiocy
are alight in the trees,
the possums are playing
dead, civil traditions
melt.
Our bones are reversing themselves
one flake at a time, and the temple
of our beloveds has long been
desecrated for pennies.
Our soul-mates the bears,
the deer, whales,
elephants, manatees
have withered
into oblivion. We watched
them go, everything
in slow-motion, so slow
we felt nothing, the needle
barely into our flesh
when the long-forgetting
began—our ancestors.
shadows on the wall,
never spoke,
or if they did, muttering
nonsense, we smote them
from the record. Words
were brands, random
tattoos on our arms,
over our hearts,
the smell of smoke
on our clothes.
Cate Gable has an MFA in poetry from Pacific Lutheran University; an MA from the University of WA; and a BA from University of Pennsylvania, graduating magna cum laude. Gable won first place in San Francisco’s Bay Guardian poetry contest; she has an award-winning chapbook, “Heart;” and a book of poetry and commentary on Stein/Toklas, entitled Chere Alice: Three Lives, (launched as part of the UC Berkeley, Bancroft Library, “A Place at the Table” exhibit). Her poem “Kilauea” was selected for Aloha Shorts Radio. Gable lives in Nahcotta, WA; Paris, France; and winters in Oracle, AZ.
Photo credit: Mendolus Shank via a Creative Commons license.