The Unknown She
she never told me about the ocean
the oak king, the holly king
flappers and philosophers
the songlines, the maker of swans
the forty rules of love
dance of the ancient one,
warrior of the light
come of age
you were born for this
Erik Schurink showed me how to create poems by stacking books at a Brooklyn Public Library event. Tonight, I was inspired to try with the books on my shelves. This is what called to me.
Heather Sanderson’s poetry and work focuses on reclaiming the sacred feminine and healing invisible wounds. If you’d like to read more, Sister, (a collection of poems) has a similar vibe to this piece.