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Maree Scarlett

New Zealand

In Your Enigma - Ilinca Höpfner

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Maree Scarlett was born in Auckland, New Zealand and has written performed and recited poetry and the spoken word all over the world. Her work recently featured in The International Literary Quartely. Maree has written live music reviews in Ireland and has been a book reviewer, has done voice over’s for radio. Maree performed at the home of famous French artist Bernard Locca whose clients included Lucille Ball and Henry Kissenger. Some of Maree’s earlier works are contained at Stanford University in Russian poet's Andrei Voznesensky archives. Recently she wrote an article "Traces of Memory", for the trendy Auckland based Pie Paper. Maree has a B.A in philosophy and is completing a Graduate Diploma in psychotherapy.

I Saw Fate's Face

(for Edith)

I saw fate's face

she was wild in her raging heart

raging against the dying of the light and

welcoming the moon whose half light she hid in.

I saw fate's face in a tree, taller than the others

it sparkled in the moon's light and arched toward the sun

but it grew in dark soil of no moon.

I saw a fairy princess's face shining from my womb

whose cathedral stands as a church between my chest and legs 

longing to find a knight worthy of penetrating its lore, it waited in

a cavernous body's sky where stars swam in sea blood, awaiting

a rainbow of melody, I have seen luck

played in cards and two dice rolled

in desirousness of hand.

I took a chance on happiness, and found it when

I crowned myself with stars and stood in awe

as part of all, not separate, I found I belonged

in the dying light, in the risen moon, in the

bark of the tree, in the midday sun, in the surging tides

I saw fate's face in 

the echo of a mirror in my soul

and my body was the cathedral

to birth words from.

Mira

A bird at night turns in dark sky,

a star's luminosity eclipsed only by wings.

A bird of day not rested in night-winds

its melanin plumage crowning air thick

with dense moisture, feathering light

feathering sound,

feathering Mira's hearing

intrinsically shuttered, eclipsed only

by circumstance of extrinsic feathers,

curving darkness, oscillating 

in breadth and range through time;

the time is night -

Mira hears feathered motion, softly

in the small distance between them she is

wondrous, wondering at night's ocean

whose quiet light, seems amused

in breadth and range through time;

the time is night -

feathering Mira's hearing

feathering sound,

with dense moisture, feathering light

its melanin plumage crowning thick air.

A bird of day not rested in night-winds

a star's luminostiy eclipsed only by wings

A bird at night turns in dark sky,

Mira's beautful laughter shattered only

by a bird of day, gracing the night sky.

Moving from its place of rest, its wing-span

crowned her head, changing her light

curving darkness, changing her hearing

and transforming her night.