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Owl Song

Sieannen Bell

Inch by animal inch
I dance you against me,
I sing you inside of me.

I give up skin as peripherary,
not extranious in any sense,
but always along with and beside

This drumming surge of the spirit.
I throw myself open at the moon,
I pull back the pink membrane of flesh

Until I am a writhing soul within
a white cavern of bones. Owl song,
the call of night beckons and moans.

I walk forward, and I find
that you are here already,
the grass rises to meet us,

We begin again.

Sieannen Bell lives in the backwoods of nothern Pennsylvania with her three year old daughter and too many cats. She practises the the profession most commonly known as Starving Artist. In the past she has toured the country gypsy-style, but she now prefers to do all her Starving at home in the woods. For those of you concerned with her religious affiliation she firmly believes in god, her muse, and the everlasting salvation found in whiskey, sex, and rain. She has been previously published in Stirring, Eclectica, The Breath, Megaera, etc.,