Is there a more full of flowing-with-honey word,
other than maybe mellifluous itself? I know,
because I lip-sync-pray to it every morning, “the long
ellipses of the planets,” plural of ellipse, an oval
planetary orbit, not that other Greek plural, beware,
in this ode to Our Mother, who comes as Mary to me,
but, truth to tell, she’s had it with the smarm. Kinda angry,
this Mother, who demands moons, meteors, planets return
to her embrace. She’s pained, it seems, talks of us, each of us
driving the world into an abyss. Ellipses depends on how you
say it: plural of ellipse or ellipsis. Could be what’s left out.
What falls short. Despite our best efforts to fill the void.
Ellipses by Maryanne Hannan | Sandalwood & Rose Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
Maryanne Hannan writes poetry of spiritual inclusivity and honest soul-searching. A resident of the United States, she has published over 100 poems in domestic and international journals. “Ellipses” was first published in TALKING WRITING.
