National Poetry Month, Day 1 | Richard Lambert & Eli Snow
April 1, 2021
Photo by Richard Lambert
A Late Night Prayer
by Eli Snow
Birthed by mirrors
you rise
fully formed
from a midnight pond
dripping water
and honeyed sweat
thieving breath
bending knees
with the gravity of your body.
Night king, my Oberon
for you the tide turns,
by your grace
the birds fly far
but never lose track of home.
I lay time at your altar
anointed with my own heart-blood
and in the liquid smoke
of your essence
my offerings turn to gold.
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See more of film photographer Richard Lambert’s work on his Instagram.
Read more writer Eli Snow’s work on Medium, and connect on Twitter and Instagram.