(Poetry) Bare Bones by Sara Wright

Photography by Sara Wright

In the pure white sun dream

I wore a necklace –

 bearstone and bone.

For months

meaning

eluded me,

but feeling

 erupted

from within-

 a volcano

was burning

somewhere

beyond me –

destructive fires,

my body knew.

And beyond that

stones and bones.

 Extremes freeze authenticity.

Why is it

that I cannot

hold onto Dark

the way others do?

I keep shedding Shades

like outworn skins –

“Let them go” I pray,

missing the point completely.

An error bordering

 on personal stupidity –

Sometimes

Shadow

casts a shroud

to create clarity.

Instead of berating

myself, I need

to look to others

to uncover

what’s hidden

in them.

I own my flaws.

There are dark

rooms in everyone’s house –

not just my own.

Working notes:

As we move into the dark of the year I have an illumination about a dream I had at the height of the summer – a dream that was offering me truth about someone I considered a friend. It interests me that understanding didn’t “dawn” until now. We are close to All Hallows and the Feast of the Dead – a time to reflect on darkness and shadow. What comes to me is the necessity of not focusing exclusively on being account able. My tendency is to find fault with myself while failing to look at what others do. Maybe at this turning more women need to do the same?


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