by Michal Mahgerefteh
words, each letter embroidered in gold prolong the musicality of internal rhythms in an instant intimacy they cast the way without the sense of vacancy into the labor of life turn the whirl of shattered pieces giving them legacy and love in between words, do not wither like grass look for scraps of food like exiles nor thirst a drink like a parched land words, the last ember transformed a branch to assemble the Twelve Tribes sowed seeds from which the Three Trees grew stronger as inscribed on the Tablets at the foothills of Sinai a Covenant and a Promised Land
The Three Trees — Tree of Life, Tree of Knowledge, Tree of Good and Evil
Michal Mahgerefteh is an award-winning poet and artist from Virginia. She is the author of four poetry collections, editor of Poetica Magazine and Mizmor Anthology, and the managing editor of Poetica Publishing. Michal is writing her next collection, FishMoon, forthcoming May 2022. This poem is from her collection ‘Field of Harps’ (2016).