Title.

Artemis in Abstract 


by Abbie Tumbleson 


The sky is blossoming

dubious suitors in line

silver platters in hand

for golden beads placed

one-by-one onto

amber Queen Bee 


Her children, lovers, ancestors,

and unborn children not yet

conceived into pomegranate

wombs 


When lumps of frankincense

stone form in the pit of

the ruins

linked together

circle by circle

Cycladic olive branches

of begging gypsy’s limbs,

prosperous fruit

metallic-plated seals

tossed upon Masonic

chipped feet 


huddled together,

Queen Bee’s breast

exposed

astonished as

striking hammers pound

at the gates unexpectedly

gathers Venetian drapes

to cover the loins

before the bulls leap in

to overthrow into the storm

cloaking itself behind

cacti-sun-suckling fruits

of the loins of Gods and

Goddesses 


just below Dante’s

seven levels of Hell,

opens the door,

to her demise

to see the symposium

sky