the sun, the moon and the star

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I wrote this poem in March 2015, shortly after my visiting “privileges” at the dementia jail in which my mother resided were restricted to between 1 and 3 p.m. in the afternoon to punish me for advocating on her behalf. I was threatened with not being able to see her at all if I didn’t obey the rules. Several months prior to that,under the same threat, I had been forced to remove more than 200 blog posts that mentioned her any way. I wasn’t allowed to say her name my workshops or presentations, or to show any photographs of her without the written approval of the person who was in legal control of her care, which had been rife with neglect and abuse for 10 years.

the sun, the moon and the star

©2015 punkie (aka Susan Macaulay)

the sun, the moon and the star

by punkie

The Sun tarot

sun stars ’n moon
in a silver spoon,
don’t care if I die.

my body aches,
my heart mistakes
chaos for my insides.

battered and broken,
The Star tarotwords unspoken,
seek yet don’t find sky.

dark poetry flows
as a gale force blows,
is it truth, a dare or a lie?

the time will come,
all’s said. it’s done.
The Moon tarotone soul alone will fly.

when love eludes me,
life excludes me,
hush now, don’t you cry.

 

©2015 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share the links widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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