Matt Schroeder
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POETRY
Image by Anjo Antony
o small god
with your halo
of bees
I would trade
the sweetness
of every last
desire
if only
you would
rule with a
tenderness
the comb
of your fist
unfurling
a single
white
wick
soften
o small god
the blue flame
that burns
but does not
heal
o kleiner Gott
mit deinem Heiligenschein
aus Bienen
ich würde die Süße
von jedem letzten verlangen
eintauschen
wenn du
nur mit Zärtlich
-keit
regieren
würdest
entfaltet
die Honigwabe
deiner Faust
ein einzelner
weißer
Docht
erweich
o kleiner Gott
die blaue Flamme
die brennt
aber die nicht
heilt
Matt Schroeder is a poet and educator. His poetry can be found in Poet Lore, Invisible City Journal, Welter Magazine, The Other Side of Hope in the UK, Thin Air Magazine, and elsewhere. In 2021, he organized and led Shenzhen’s first international writer’s conference for students.
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I liked it Matt especially up to rule with a tenderness. The rest some extension fog. Will look again. Aunt Beth
The image of a small god of gentle light, inhabiting a candle made of beeswax, opens a series of metaphors and images that forms the basis of a petition, a prayer that the god we worship in the dark might bring a softer flame that would not damage but might heal. Thank you!