By Alice Fulmer
This poem is one of many included in Faunalia, by Alice Fulmer. Faunalia will be published 1 May, 2023 by Ritona Press.
Lord of horns,
from the grain in the fields
to the calluses on my big toes
raise me away. Into the mazes
Of rejuvenation, lay your hands
across the spokes of Fortune’s
Wheel, steer the cornfields of time
with cheer and folly. Let not
sustenance rule the call of the poets
but a relishment of the details between
the cracks of death and its music of mischievous
dominion. Run me past the aqueducts,
of misery waft me, sift me, calibrate the
portions of my soul unmotherseen.
Prepare me for a harvest of nines
and nones and kneed in me those
moments in meadows and prices
Of pearls. Craft me into a homily
of the Earth and its green spots.
Alice Fulmer
Alice Fulmer (she/her) is a contemporary poet and medieval scholar based in California. She is currently pursuing a PhD in English at University of California, Santa Barbara. In 2020, she received an Honorable Mention from Academy of American Poets for a small manuscript. Find her nowadays reading in bed, with a cat named Precious.