Fallen/Risen
This girl hunts with foxes at night: she comes back at dawn, moon-face
caked in blood, her hands of wild leaves forgotten paths, undergrowth of
green secrets the fine twisted threads of her hairCertain girls fall
Roots whisper deep in her pulses, rhizomes tied to knobs of tree-organs as
the forest trembles and turns in her womb ripe with shapes yet unknownCertain girls fall
This girl pulsates with womb-forests at night: from the inside the lake has
a lake underneath waters still blank -- still waters breakingCertain girls can see through it all
Fallen/Risen by Federica Santini | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
Federica Santini is Chair of the Department of World Languages and Cultures and a Professor of Italian and Interdisciplinary Studies at Kennesaw State University. She holds a Ph.D. in Italian literature from UCLA and an M.A. in Modern Literatures from the University of Siena, Italy. Her poetry and short fiction have appeared internationally in over 60 journals and anthologies.
