Patmos
by Aida Bode
I heard one of the peasants say
he saw the birth of blue right here
inside this island,
below the knee-prints of Saint John’s prayers,
across the archway of lightnings
at the peak of the wind’s chanting
I stood tall; arms stretched, tracing the bay
and threw the net of my soul where
all was a gland, of a forgotten eternity
when it was as little as a day
a joyful offspring of time and air
a jewel in god’s hands.
Then, I dipped my finger in the mouth of the Aegean,
and then put it in my mouth;
the peasant didn’t lie,
Patmos gave birth to the sky.
PHOTO: The island of Patmos, Greece, showing the village of Skala and the Aegian Sea by Freesurf, used by permission.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I visited Patmos in the summer of 1998 and stayed there for two months. I went there as a live-in babysitter and was able to work and enjoy the summer. The island holds a special place to me because of the way I was able to enjoy the simple pleasures of swimming, bathing in the sun, walking under the dusk sky…my heart expanded and filled with a different kind of calm that stayed with me to this day. The poem fully embodies what I feel when I think about Patmos, the island where the book of Revelation was written by the Apostle John.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Aida Bode is a poet and writer, whose works have been published in a variety of online and print magazines, including Dime Show Review, Prelude, 34th Parallel, Allegro, Transcendent Zero Press, Silver Birch Press, West Texas Literary Review, Three Line Poetry, The Raven’s Perch, Vayavya, and more. She’s the author of the novel David and Bathsheba, two poetry volumes, Rated and True Cheese, and a quotes collection, A Commuter’s Eye View. She holds a MA in English and Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University, and in 2017 was nominated by West Texas Literary Review as a Pushcart nominee. For more, visit aidabode.com.
Aida, Wow, that Patmos! Terrific poem.
Beautiful!
On Tue, Aug 4, 2020 at 11:02 PM Silver Birch Press wrote:
> silverbirchpress posted: ” Patmos by Aida Bode I heard one of the peasants > say he saw the birth of blue right here inside this island, below the > knee-prints of Saint John’s prayers, across the archway of lightnings at > the peak of the wind’s chanting I stood tall; arms stretched,” >
I love the image of you standing there with your arms outstretched. A lyrical, magical piece.
Deep and sensous.
Thank you, all!