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As the dryad in her oaken vault, so Aglaia in Pomona's likeness: scintillant supposition, the heart of theophanic Nature. Soon, broken and archaic columns, with lizards, beasts who may be likened to dryads desperate for life, or to rats fleeing, ritually, a ship on its way to lying half-sunk in a floral mead.

Aglaia, Pomona

Aglaia's likeness, addressed by Her maker as Pomona, was addressed by Mnemosyne as Aglaia. Pomona, agrees the reed Mnemosyne. You, Pomona, are, as Mnemosyne spake in Aglaia's thrall, Aglaia. Pomona, should Mnemosyne, Her palms against my jaws, turn my face to Aglaia, You'll drop from the same height as did the Parcae when Fortuna wheeled Them beneath the Musae.

Cephissus

By muddled waters Aglaia takes Herself for Pomona, and requests Cephissus, though maybe pictures Hebrus, to persuade Herself Aglaia. Is imagination Cupid, to hold a glass to Venus, Aglaia? Virginia is who Aglaia would favor were this strayed Grace above Phlegethon. Imagines Aglaia clearest waters would persuade Herself Aglaia, who is ever of the air.

Jeff Harrison has poems in all the issues of Otoliths except the second issue. He has publications from Writers Forum, MAG Press, Persistencia Press, and Furniture Press. He has two e-books at xPress(ed), and one at Blazevox. His poetry has appeared in An Introduction to the Prose Poem (Firewheel Editions), The Hay(na)ku Anthology Vol. II, (Meritage Press), Sentence: a Journal of Prose Poetics, Xerography, Moria, NOON: journal of the short poem, Dusie, MiPOesias, and elsewhere. He has an interview blog with Allen Bramhall called Antic View.

   
 
 
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