ALICE PARRIS
THE HOUSE THAT ALICE BUILT

Spiritual Poem

THE SEER

Craggy visage
framed by snow-locks.
Power mantle unfurls
upon a servant’s feet.

Garbled voices give
way to white-misted,
billowy clouds nesting
in a bed of symbols.

Flesh feasts
upon divine symbols
with viper-drool fangs.

The seer stands alone.

Wildflowers of white
yellow & lavender. Early
birds flying with mates.
Flooded creeks flash-dry.

Morning dew hides
from first light. Silence…
Rumbling underground
seeking wide-lipped spout.

Flurries scurry
to orbital peripheries. 
Discernment of shadows.

The seer stands alone.

Within timeless frames
& frameless times…

The seer stands alone.

 
Alice Parris



PHOTOGRAPHY BY STONY RIVER/AU