{"id":52376,"date":"2019-06-22T18:38:14","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:38:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=52376"},"modified":"2019-06-22T18:38:14","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:38:14","slug":"fern-the-resurrected","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/fern-the-resurrected\/","title":{"rendered":"Fern, the Resurrected"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Resurrection?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">What an interesting thought\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Living proof of the soul of this planet<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Whose clothing is us.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">And when a strong strand loses her head,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">She thinks herself into form.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Exactly the same as before\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">With his permission, of course,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">After her apt logic gave him no choice.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">\u201cYou said I have everlasting life!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">So he repaired her in the ether<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">On the carpenter\u2019s bench.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">She chose her eyes.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">\u201cOrange!\u201d she said. \u201cAnd my nose like a bird.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">\u201cYou will scare them,\u201d he laughed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">\u201cYou will scare them enough as it is.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Are you sure you want to go back?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">\u201cYes, I am. I want to be a grandmother!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Nothing dies. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Death is never death where there is love.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">We are all life as life has become,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Evolved throughout the measures<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Of this universe.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">We spank along through empty space,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Like jewelry round the neck of a flame.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Her face, glowing, seeks nothing, being light.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">And we, her children, travel along, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">As children of her living child.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Resurrection?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">She simply won a fight with God.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Resurrection? What an interesting thought\u2026 Living proof of the soul of this planet Whose clothing is us. And when a strong strand loses her head, She thinks herself into form. 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