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.