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Pluto in Scorpio
by Sheikha A.

They called her Pluto;
she was Persephone
holding love like thunder

in the sway of her hips.
She fell like purple flames
from the sky into the womb

of fire; death lit her body
in green spears of life.
She exploded as meteorite

landing in the arms of Hades
like destruction – nurturing –
clear quartz of seduction.

She walked rings of death,
footprints sparking embers
in the earth of ice – sheer

as cold pearls snatched
from their oysters’ mouths.
She burned in love

like a spiritless shroud,
black as moonless nights,
her skin shimmered blue

against stars defying her
beauty; streams of occult-
laden potions coarsed

her face; webs of veins
masqueraded her skin,
she knew these flames

bodies walked through for her,
starving for seeds – carnelian
delicacy like rare harem virgins.

Spring loomed, bare posterior
fragile like mysteries, blooms
unfurled. Flower of summer

quivered in her hands;
she pulled its neck
out of the resisting soil

and watched earth chasm.
The sky was cast like glaciers –
there were scores to settle.

Fiction © Copyright Sheikha A.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

More from author Sheikha A.:

Nyctophiliac Confessions:
Poems by Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee

“The night is cold enough to inspire poetry,” says Sheikha A. in her poem, “Reading My Bones.” This is the basis of Nyctophiliac Confessions – poems that are introspective and luminal, poems that require a certain amount of silence and space to be fully formed and appreciated. Reading these poems, I imagined that they were the kind of poems that assert themselves unbidden during a bout of insomnia. (A nyctophiliac being someone who loves the night or loves darkness).

Nyctophiliac Confessions is the 17th installment of Praxis’ chapbook series and contains twenty-six poems written by two poets, Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee, interspersed with abstract paintings by Robert Rhodes.

Available Here!