by Henrietta DuCap

A sacred atrium,
Set apart from blood
Spilled like the juices
Of pomegranates—

Fruits of blue
And purple
And scarlet.

Bitter herbs and blood
The fragrance sent to Heaven.
Half the heart pulls in,
Half pushes out,

Mapped in blue
And purple
And scarlet.

Blood dripped from the cross,
God’s heart broke.
The atrium was opened,
The curtain unraveled

Its threads of blue
And purple
And scarlet.

Henrietta DuCap works in the public education system near Lansing, Michigan. Her other poems have appeared in Ekstasis Magazine, The Makeshift Review, and Exhale Literary Journal.

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