Old poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024.
Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...
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Is it love that possesses me to write, or lust? Surely in the depths of my loins burns poetry; and in that cauldron, where joins spirit of longing and essence of painful sight, is the inspiration found only in desire. Yet it is something else that makes me strive to create poetry for you, to make words come alive in hymns of adoration. This lyric, you inspire. It is yourself that gave the gift of holy flame to me. I strain to show my gratitude, for you to see that in my striving to do honour, there is only love. Lust fuels the fire that burns my sleepless night; Love purifies the flame, and sees me fit to write.
