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Beate Sigriddaughter

The Storyteller

Today I crown myself Sheherazade
in that part of me will listen
always to the king I hear

I am slow but do not stutter
even when he rises
with irrefutable logic meting out
the judgment I must die

and so I will
meet death in his time
with life on my lips

like a spring humming over
the leaden drought of rock rapidly
in the slow rock-reshaping
wending of her way

or like a music rising
from her jubilant elaboration
loose over the rock-beat of rhythm

for this earth is not
a destiny of silence though impatient
death imposes
ropes of better worlds to come or none

let the earth and her stories
recall me to themselves




Beate Sigriddaughter, www.sigriddaughter.com, lives and writes in North Vancouver, Canada. Three times a Pushcart Prize nominee for her own writing, she has also established the Glass Woman Prize to honor passionate women’s voices. Currently she is working on a novel called Tango.




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