A June birthday as Wonder Woman.

This is a poem written to me 10 years ago, by the poet Chuck Sullivan © Zen Matchbox 2008, Rag Street Press. Worth remembering.

Chance Meeting Its Match

for Charlotte

Sheldon Church Ruins

I remembered you

before I knew you

before I knew you

were the most beautiful

question to the trick

answer of my heart

I remembered you

before I knew you

before I spread

my narrow hands

to gather to me

your moveable feast

of spices and sweets

of which I ever will sing

of how, “… I on honeydew

hath fed and drunk

the milk of Paradise.”

I remembered you

before I knew you

before I dared to enter

your body’s delicate drowsy

humming before I would be

wet in the fully yes

murmur of your soul’s flowing water

I remembered you

before I knew you

before the fingered little miracles

the fiery illuminations

of your touch

its match struck

unexpectedly in the darkness

surprising the dreaming candle’s

wick with a burning dancing kiss

 

I remembered you before I knew you

before I knew you

before my eyes felt

the dark-charmed silk

of you dressed in the quick-study

of your shadow’s welcome

dwelling in barest lavish sketch

Art’s empress in the doorway

Wonder Woman framed like the soul

arrayed within the body

making light of the darkness

around me as we met upon the intimate

threshold of our first perfect chance

meeting its match of our blood burning

in the spilled pulse of our Valentine’s fire

About Charlotte Hutson Wrenn

I was called to be an artist. And as an old old midwife said to me "If the Lord wants you to do something, you won't have no good luck' til you do." So, here I am, sharing what I love, longing to illuminate the work of art, which is everywhere.

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