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June 1, 2016

From the Mud. {Poem}

hands blue chained rosary

Summon love to me.
Find it in the smothering muck
And bleed me joyously.

Bleed me newborn red,
Fierce and first of creation.

Bathe my heart
Without intent,
Unflinchingly.

No delicate rose here
But a crimson lotus
Born from the sticky stench, struggling
Shakes off the battered and brown blood

Stands defiantly
Drinking from the pulse that is love
And summons the mud again.

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Author: Andrea Staton

Editor: Erin Lawson

Images: Neil Burley/Pinterest    //   Flickr/Bhumika Bhatia

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