Archive for May, 2015
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The Sun hung by a thread
In the depths of the Calabash dyed indigo
Boils the great Pot of Day.
Fearful of the approach of the Daughters of fire
The Shadow squats at the feet of the faithful.
The savannah is bright and harsh
All is sharp, forms and colours.
But in the anguished Silences made by Rumours
Of tiny sounds, neither hollow nor shrill,
Rises a ponderous Mystery,
A Mystery muffled and formless
Which surrounds and terrifies us.
The dark Loincloth pierced with nails of fire
Spread out on the Earth covers the bed of Night.
Fearful at the approach of the Daughters of Shadow
The dog howls, the horse neighs,
The Man crouches deep in his house.
The savannah is dark,
All is black, forms and colours
And in the anguished Silences made by Rumours
Of tiny sounds infinite or hollow or sharp
The tangled Paths of the Mystery
Slowly reveal themselves
For those who set out
And for those who return.
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when your home is not
a protective shelter to dignity and heart,
where government scythes away
public voices in favour of a few,
nervous rattle of doors
closing on opportunities
for those we should cherish,
disabled now disenfranchised
workless sanctioned and berated
for just existing,
statistics and targets
minimum wage hunter gatherers
chasing food bank trails
as rent arrears accumulate,
things are getting brighter
so some say
a cautious tale of cynicism
is needed to chew on this pill
of crushed realisations,
we have awoken
but not awake
written in response to the Conservatives taking victory in the elections and Cameron claiming power again
Oh, how I wish
one-hundred percent water so you could throw
your sorrows into me and they could drown.
Oh, how I ache
on a sailboat
& let them go
until they get eaten
by the horizon.
But some pains—
they need to be felt
deeper than a blackhole.
I’ll be there on the other end, my friend,
I’ll be here along the way
& if it’s a helping hand you need, I will lend
& if the breaking hurts too much, I will mend.
There will come a moment in time when breaking
will cease, you will bend in the strong winds
like a bamboo forest.
© 2015 – Eva PoeteX