Susan Hawthorne #69 sisters

it is dark

a dark that brings comfort

air like a lover

I stretch my head against the ground

listening to the heartbeat

earthbeat      eartheart.

I look into the star-filled night

there they are

the Sisters

I count them

all seven are visible

sisters who bring us the arts

dance music poetry and more

they turn  rise  pirouette

and sink below the horizon

in the latest tales they have gone feral

they have scored a hotted up car

an old Subaru with a bigger engine

instead of fleeing from Orion

they have turned on him

they have bows and arrows

they have slingshots

they have the mask of Medusa to protect them

they are surrounded by harpies and hags

by winged horses and unicorns

they are stampeding in revenge

and have joined forces with the dykes on bikes

from Sydney’s Mardi Gras

in that hell called Limbo

they pound and roar across the desert

sending up dusts of many colours

these dancing sisters

have been taking lessons from Kali

they know where to tread

they know the soft parts
the vulnerable places