No Map, No Jud (For Judith Roche) by Splabman | Nov 24, 2019 | Uncategorized | 1 comment My elegy for Judith Roche has been published by the South Seattle Emerald: Sunday Stew: No Map, No Jud (for Judith Roche) See also: https://southseattleemerald.com/2019/11/22/judith-roche-obituary/ Share this:FacebookLinkedInTwitter 1 Comment Alison Jennings on November 25, 2019 at 2:25 AM The Red Queen (Elegy for Judith Roche) Your life wasn’t easy, filled with depths and heights, but the poems you scattered lined our pathways like crushed poppies, releasing a resin to soothe our pain. James Hillman taught you the Soul dives deep, inside the molten core, while Spirit’s like a rocket’s red glare. Poetry was your form of spiritual practice, diving and soaring to find the balance of longing and hope. At the bright red stop sign of reality, you clapped those ruby slippers and raced off, like a fire truck, to rust-shaded Mars, or, if held by gravity and duty, to Uluru in Australia’s fiery desert, just to escape into the longer wavelengths of a cardinal sunset. Drawn by heated visions of desire, you descended into Hades’ realm, but spurned the pomegranate. Returning, you followed your heart, throwing caution into that red wheelbarrow, where icebox plums lie underneath a mound of scarlet berries. Spiritually naked, you got sunburned and delirious, but it didn’t matter, since that way led to answers. Crowing like a rooster, you became the Red Queen in Wonderland, dancing madly in a lobster quadrille, requesting that all roses be painted your special hue. During this visit, the Cook baked you a cake, with cayenne, redcurrants, and cranberry icing. Finally, it was time to go – entering an antique red phone box, morphing into Wonder Woman, with tomato-colored boots and the Lasso of Truth, you’ve left behind your poems to guide us forward. Reply Leave a ReplyCancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.