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The Return of Titans by Kate M. Sine | One Poem Only
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One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now. THE RETURN OF TITANS KATE M. SINE > The last leaf of autumn falls, > striking the door like a match, > lighting our world with the magic from a distant universe. > > We watch the spirits pass us by at the window, > our breath fogging the glass as the archaic creatures > pad past, > shepherding their kind to safety while the world sleeps > through December, January, and February. > > Karan, the goose, who slides through the air like a knife, > blotting out the sky with a quilt of murmuration of different birds > as they migrate to warmer winds. > > Tubor, the bear, who buries beetles, boil-skinned frogs, and his brethren, > ushering them to sleep. > > Psyche, the wolf, who suns in the graveyards, > her golden eyes roll sleepily like the sun across the horizon as she watches the herds and flocks pass by. > She and her kin practice mercy on these long nights, > giving them a dignified death with their teeth instead of a demise in the shadow of their families. > > My favorite is Elpenor, the elk. > The world heralds his return, > the air filling with thunder as he uproots from his dimension to ours. > His antlers rise over the withered woods like a crown, > grazing the sky as he strides out into the open, > with deer, quail, foxes, and other creatures in tow. > > The men scold the giant deer for taking not only the wildlife away, > but women too. > > A symbol of the balance between fragility and strength, > woeful women have asked Elpenor to take them on his odyssey by shearing off their hair until they are left with downy heads, > like that of fawns. > Elpenor whisks them away, taking them to cities, to towns, > wherever happiness finds them. > > It was only this year that I learned that the lord gives his does, as they are called, > a knife, hewn from an antler shed of his children. > I saw it one day on my mother’s belt, > and now, > I have found a mystery > where I used to be whole, > a magic that I now possess. More from Kate M. Sine ↓ * @enis.st.sparrow [https://www.instagram.com/enis.st.sparrow/] on Instagram * @katemsine [https://substack.com/@katemsine] on Substack Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack [https://rembrandtscure.substack.com/] and Patreon [https://www.patreon.com/c/OnePoemOnly] members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Feed yourself poetry every day.
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