{"id":96676,"date":"2021-06-26T19:49:24","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T23:49:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=96676"},"modified":"2021-06-26T19:49:24","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T23:49:24","slug":"hour-11-prompt-1-the-origin-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-11-prompt-1-the-origin-of-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 11, Prompt 1: The Origin of Love"},"content":{"rendered":"

My childhood bedroom was periwinkle<\/span><\/p>\n

there I dreamed instead<\/span><\/p>\n

of living inside a library<\/span><\/p>\n

and being a hermit<\/span><\/p>\n

in a heady cloud of thoughts,<\/span><\/p>\n

shining ideas, and esoteric philosophies\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I hear the color that housed me\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

belonged to the Virgin Mary<\/span><\/p>\n

if anyone, she would understand<\/span><\/p>\n

the power of a medical miracle<\/span><\/p>\n

to bring forth a child\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

who was meant to be birthed<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Years later, I sit in my room<\/span><\/p>\n

strewn with blue, pink, and purple<\/span><\/p>\n

having fastidiously spread\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

alcohol wipes, needles,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and bandages across my bed<\/span><\/p>\n

drawing testosterone from a little vial<\/span><\/p>\n

past the marks and measures of fear\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

into the syringe as a sacrament<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

May this be prima materia<\/span><\/p>\n

the Black Madonna\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And the stuff of which the universe is made<\/span><\/p>\n

I chose the same beloved song<\/span><\/p>\n

And belt along with the familiar lines<\/span><\/p>\n

an interpretation of Plato\u2019s Symposium<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In this moment,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

it is a treatise on wholeness\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

as I transfigure<\/span><\/p>\n

Great Black Mother, hold me\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Metamorphose me\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

in your cosmic cocoon<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I finish my work before<\/span><\/p>\n

the beat drops<\/span><\/p>\n

in time to sing<\/span><\/p>\n

the origin of love<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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