Poetry with Paulann Petersen

I love this blog.

I've thought of shutting it down because of time constraints but every time I do I think of my gems stored in here. Like today's addition that I know I'll come back to time and again. On my last Poetry Friday session M. Pax left a comment the post with Kathryn Starbuck's poem introducing me to today's poet.

Thank you M. Pax I am indebted to you. 

I loved Paulann's style and thought I just have to let you know about her as well. Sacrament is a poem of hers that I ended up reading more than once. I hope you enjoy it too.

A Sacrament

Become that high priest, 

the bee. Drone your way 

from one fragrant

temple to another, nosing

into each altar. Drink 

what's divine—

and while you're there,

let some of the sacred

cling to your limbs.

Wherever you go 

leave a small trail 

of its golden crumbs.

In your wake 

the world unfolds 

its rapture, the fruit

of its blooming.

Rooms in your house

fill with that sweetness

your body both

makes and eats.

           —Paulann Petersen