12 Manik
Blue Crystal Hand
The winter lives
In Death’s apparent
frozen Sleep –
Dreamless Days march
one against another
Like Soldiers gone
to Battle
Each fiercer than
its Brother
Layered Depths of
Frost
Upon a lifeless Tree
Assume the Chill of
loneliness
In Nature’s vast
Decree
Of Dormancy and
cruel Duress
The Cycle of a
Season’s Rest –
The Time when all
Things lay
Beneath sweet
sugared Snow
Which knows no
Corner
Where it cannot go.
©Kleomichele Leeds
11 Cimi
White Spectral
World-Bridger
Death surrounds me
now
I swim in the
Underworld
Lower than Low –
Down in the Depths
Of the Darkness
I drown –
Nothing
Is there
In Xibalba*---
Only the Ache
In my Heart.
*Xibalba is
described in the Maya sacred text, Popol Vuh, as a court below the surface of the Earth associated with death and with twelve
gods or powerful rulers known as the Lords of Xibalba.
©Kleomichele Leeds
Red Planetary
Serpent
As she melts upon my
Tongue
I swallow down the
full Moon whole
She settles in my Belly
while
I drink the Wine of
Kingdom come
She takes a silver Ride
inside
Where Flesh had been
until
The Promise of a Woman’s
Life
Fell beneath a surgeon’s
Knife
Scalpel cut the
Sinew and the Nerve
Creating Space
anew –
My Womb is in the
Tomb
But even more, is in
its Place
My progenies are Prose
and Poetry
Conceived in the
Soul by Night –
Infants unnumbered
are borne
On glistening Beams of blue Light.
©Kleomichele Leeds
9 Kan
Yellow Solar Seed
Clouds float by
In grand Procession
–
Billowing, pillowing
Wisps of white –
Stately Fortresses of
Mist
Kissing a blue Sky
Shape-shifters all –
Turning Light to
Shadow
Eclipsing both Sun
and Moon –
Silently they pass
en masse
Carrying Prayers on High.
©Kleomichele Leeds
8 Akbal
Blue Galactic Night
In the midnight Fire
Of winter’s second Moon
I ascend again – again, I rise
To ask for Blessing
In the midnight Fire –
A full Moon blazes --
Fear disappears
In a Prayer for Love and Peace
In the midnight Fire
Of the midnight Hour
My heart’s Wing
Reaches for my Beloved
A full Moon burns
Hot in the midnight Sky
Stars shine without light –
Each tear Turning into
A Pearl of great Price.
©Kleomichele Leeds
White
Resonant Wind
I hear a Call
From the eastern Gate –
From Roses on the Vine
Lightning flashes Foot to Head
Settling in the Belly –
A slow Burn of wild Desire
I feel a Call
Lifting me from the Desert
Out of Drought into Mist --
Gone the dry Brush
Gone the burning Sun
Cool Breezes fly through me
I know this Call---
I’ve heard it before---
Before Locusts ate my Passion
From an Oasis
Fresh Water flows
My Thirst is sated, my Hunger gone.
©Kleomichele Leeds
6 Imix
Red Rhythmic Dragon
I descend at Height
of Day
Mind awake
Eyes
wide open –
I find dead my
Maidenhead --
A Land of Love
strewn with Bones
Dry white Skeletons lying
on Stones –
Life decayed/ Care
delayed
Turns a Landscape
deathly gray
Wind blows through Bones –
Sounding moans, both
high and low
For Years and
Generations
No Family here –
Bones alone
Shame eats the Flesh
of Love
A gaping Maw of
guilty Acts
Consumes the Meat
that might sustain us –
Furies - Harpies
dive
To take the Smile
from smiling Lips –
A Hand too
frightened to caress
Hits hard and hits
again –
Hearts break open –
Red Rage glows –
Hear the Breeze
Blowing through
Bones –
Too little
Tenderness, too late
Can neither stop the
Wind
Nor alter Fate.
©Kleomichele Leeds
