Poetry competition CLOSED 8th February 2015 2:29pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and toniscales
Mythological Creatures
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THE MIGHTY SADHUZAG
After an evening of mirth and wine
Celebrating St. Hubert’s Feast
I saw at the foot of my bed
The most fabulous wondrous beast
In a human voice he told me
“I am “The Might Sadhuzag”
The greatest stag, ever
Created by the hand of God"
As large as a huge bull
His fur was all shiny black
I road up towards the heavens
Upon his strong broad back
His rack of antlers were
Like no other in creation
So magnificent and beautiful
They defied all imagination
Made of seventy-four tines
Of pure white ivory long
Each, like a river reed
Was hollow yet quite strong
Reaching Holy Mt. Horeb’s
Sacred mystical high peak
He revealed to me a secret
That he and the angels keep
Bowing to a southerly breeze
His antlers made music so serene
That the flowers started to bloom
And the trees began to turn green
But when he bowed his head
Towards a brisk northerly gale
Through his antlers hollow
Loud sirens did they wail
The flowers leaves and grass
They all dried up and turned brown
At the piercing sharp wail
Of that terrible shrill sound
“Whether it be warm sunny days
Or nights of cold damp fog
All the winds and weather
Are caused by me
“The Might Sadhuzag”
I am the patron of the
Spring Equinox, Vernal
I am the usher of the
Fall Equinox, Autumnal
I am the caretaker of the
Northern Solstice, Summer
I’m the keeper of the
Southern Solstice, Winter
God in his omnipotent
Wisdom and reason
Has made me, ‘Sadhuzag’
Master of every season”
Then upon his antlers
Small cherubs did alight
In an angelic chorus they
Sang for heaven’s delight
When from my sweet dream
I was suddenly awaken
And any doubts I had of God
Were from me forever taken
For I had been blessed to meet
The greatest stag ever created by God
Ivory antlers and ebony black fur
He was “The Might Sadhuzag”
Please note. The story of a mighty deer that stood upon a Mountain top, and controlled the weather, originated in ancient Greece. This lore was inspired by the fact, that a deer's antler growth, and shed, is indeed controlled by the position of the earth to the sun. How the ancients were able to connect the two amazes me.
Later the story of Sadhuzag was Christianized. It can be found in Gustave Flaubert's "Temptation Of St, Anthony" during his vision of heaven's procession of magnificent beasts. I find the story of Sadhuzag a great learning tool in helping children understand the changing of the seasons.
Anonymous
Faeries
Her eyelashes
and wings fluttered
sparkly fingers
and toes tapping
the stamen
of a buttercup so golden
it glistened as the sun beams
kissed and shot back
to the sky like boomerangs
the picturesque vision of
yellow pastures and rolling green hills
a fitting backdrop for the magical vision
a faery so delicate and slight
she could float on air
as well as fly
and her language was one of music
so we sang a story
of ferocious dragons and graceful unicorns
she had a thing for mythical creatures
beings that nobody believed in
bright stars
and magic dust swirled
rainbows stretching
across the sky
wider
as she soared
away
back to
where faeries play
- Upon the Wings of Dragons -
Upon the wings of dragons, dreams descend upon the slumbering mind's eye,
Bringing forth such imaginings, that in their surreal beauty would oft surprise...
For all that we are, and all that we could be, within those dreams do thusly lie.
It matters not the face we wear, when upon we awaken upon the sun's rise...
We all have our dreams, and our dragons aplenty, that guide us upon our way,
When we do rise to face yet another hour in another long and laborious day.
'Upon the eyes that look and see, with understanding, there is such wonder,
And all who wonder thus, as children are want to, they are strong as thunder.'
Oh to fly on the wings of dreams made fresh and real, and savor the illusion...
Knowing it will not fade, nor grow distant with time, nor fail to inspire our soul!
Oh to know that what wonder we find is of this world, free of any confusion...
The songs we might sing in that hour would rival the angels in all glory to extol!
Are we not glorious when in the light of our dreams, we wield a power mighty,
And using it for good, create an art like no other, sharing it so that all may see?
'Upon the winds of Elysium, every dream is borne unto a far, destined shore,
And upon the cheeks of those where they blow, contentment is had evermore.'
Where would we go, if in one instant, we could cross the spans that separate?
What would we do, if in one instant, we could touch any heart with our poetry!
To know for a certainty that inspiration could make a difference in every state,
The conscious and the unconscious, both elevated to heights beyond all ecstasy.
Now that would be an art most fair, and what music upon our lyres so shaped,
That the Muses would be all clad in it, and over their forms it would be draped!
'Upon the hours of the day, a day spent well is crowned with a shining raiment,
And those who spin such cloth of their lives, are forever made joyfully content.'
Oh to sing with a voice that could touch heaven, and move the gods to manifest,
Their glory filling every space, and of every place an Olympus made from earth!
Then would mankind know divinity well, and the sovereignty of it never contest,
Lest to question it would thusly be: to question even the hour of one's own birth.
And to every hand that reaches out, another reaching back like God to Adam...
Would that not be art, to stand forever in the light of understanding's kingdom!
'Upon the heights of paradise, every voice raised in song: echoes passing fair,
And every face beholds the glory that, before, had hidden from them there.'
What magic even in magic made, where Diana from her lofty place descends...
To share in the fellowship of her faithful, and join in their gatherings down here!
What glory even in glory known, in such a world: where no one so condemns...
The faith of another, for all faiths manifest would be as equal and draw all near,
To hear what truths may be learned from listening to others, and so not judging!
A first for mankind, and what dreams that it might birth would cause fair singing.
'Upon the wings of dragons, every fantasy is made a thing of beauty ever pure,
And every dreamer is rewarded, with a wisdom that is both certain and sure.'
Upon the wings of dragons, dreams descend upon the slumbering mind's eye,
Bringing forth such imaginings, that in their surreal beauty would oft surprise...
For all that we are, and all that we could be, within those dreams do thusly lie.
It matters not the face we wear, when upon we awaken upon the sun's rise...
We all have our dreams, and our dragons aplenty, that guide us upon our way,
When we do rise to face yet another hour in another long and laborious day.
'Upon the eyes that look and see, with understanding, there is such wonder,
And all who wonder thus, as children are want to, they are strong as thunder.'
Oh to fly on the wings of dreams made fresh and real, and savor the illusion...
Knowing it will not fade, nor grow distant with time, nor fail to inspire our soul!
Oh to know that what wonder we find is of this world, free of any confusion...
The songs we might sing in that hour would rival the angels in all glory to extol!
Are we not glorious when in the light of our dreams, we wield a power mighty,
And using it for good, create an art like no other, sharing it so that all may see?
'Upon the winds of Elysium, every dream is borne unto a far, destined shore,
And upon the cheeks of those where they blow, contentment is had evermore.'
Where would we go, if in one instant, we could cross the spans that separate?
What would we do, if in one instant, we could touch any heart with our poetry!
To know for a certainty that inspiration could make a difference in every state,
The conscious and the unconscious, both elevated to heights beyond all ecstasy.
Now that would be an art most fair, and what music upon our lyres so shaped,
That the Muses would be all clad in it, and over their forms it would be draped!
'Upon the hours of the day, a day spent well is crowned with a shining raiment,
And those who spin such cloth of their lives, are forever made joyfully content.'
Oh to sing with a voice that could touch heaven, and move the gods to manifest,
Their glory filling every space, and of every place an Olympus made from earth!
Then would mankind know divinity well, and the sovereignty of it never contest,
Lest to question it would thusly be: to question even the hour of one's own birth.
And to every hand that reaches out, another reaching back like God to Adam...
Would that not be art, to stand forever in the light of understanding's kingdom!
'Upon the heights of paradise, every voice raised in song: echoes passing fair,
And every face beholds the glory that, before, had hidden from them there.'
What magic even in magic made, where Diana from her lofty place descends...
To share in the fellowship of her faithful, and join in their gatherings down here!
What glory even in glory known, in such a world: where no one so condemns...
The faith of another, for all faiths manifest would be as equal and draw all near,
To hear what truths may be learned from listening to others, and so not judging!
A first for mankind, and what dreams that it might birth would cause fair singing.
'Upon the wings of dragons, every fantasy is made a thing of beauty ever pure,
And every dreamer is rewarded, with a wisdom that is both certain and sure.'
Anonymous
She was beauty in all it's contrast
A fair maiden of absolute allure
Her divine enchanting enticement
Caused a green eye in those around her
She revelled in her gift of bewitching temptation
Her soft ravishing curls encasing a face of elegance
Her voluptuous body boasted both grace and magnificence
So appealing to men but envied by women
For she was not afraid
She did not shadow her legacy
She was a maternal virgin
Discovering sexuality...and it's denial.
Born of infidelity
Her mother 'Ceto' a deity of ancient oceans
Ceto's brother 'Phorcys' was her father
Chthonic...Spirits of the Underworld
One of three sisters
'Medusa', 'Steheno', 'Euryale'...the Trinity
But sweet Medusa..the gorgon born mortal
She was proud in her ability to attract
One deadly green eye, the owner renowned for wisdom
This eye turned blind to known wisdom
Replaced with jealous envy
For 'Athena', her personal insecurities
Her hidden erotic
Wiped away her wisdom
This time, her being companion of the hero, it was pre constructed
The hero was to be both 'Poseidon' and 'Perseus'.
Poseidon was God of the Seas
Named 'Earth shaker' and 'Horse Tamer'
But he too let himself give in to the fair maidens splendour
She did not ask him by mouth
She did not want any form of touch
She was simply an object of attraction
Just because she knew this of herself..did that mean she wanted to be defiled
She was glowing and comfortably so
Pure magnetism, desirably fascinating
But he could not resist
And with much struggle he cruelly gave in to his temptation
The beauty tried to fight him, this was not what she had intended
He was to violate her innocence
Forcing himself upon her in Athena's Temple
Striking down all her advances to flee
Impregnating her against her will
His seed pulsing through her disrespected body
Her legs splayed by his intrusion
He leaves her broken, beauty dripping from her delicate face
He has changed her in more ways than one.
With cackling delight hidden well, Athena portrays only outrage
She will make a spectacle of the promiscuous Medusa
Blinded by her jealousy her wisdom slips through her fingers
She closes her mind to truth and unjustly names the harlot
Athena will now curse Medusa...
Poor Medusa, suffering two unrighteous acts
And all this for bearing her gift...a tragedy
Medusa fled to a forgotten place
Licking her wounds, heart full of sorrow
Remembering how sweet life was
She could feel herself flooding with sacred forces as she wept
She wept of horror, of outrage, of dishonour
In the depth of her anger she transformed
Her face turning from love to rage
For all the terrors to come were not from her
She herself was constructed of terror
In her face now was a to strike fear in all men
Her sacred power now painted the mask she wore
She became beauty wearing the mask to ward off all lustful men
Her affinity with the sea and of nature combined
All despair turned to ugliness
The snakes hissed with the venom of rage
Perseus was sent to slay the mortal, hideous head
And for what...simply a gift for the arrogant 'Polydectes'
He cowardly armed himself with Athena's mirrored shield
A stone tomb was not his intention
Gold winged sandals from 'Hermes'
And 'Hades' helm of invisibility
So many tools to battle a fair maiden of rage
And as he entered her doom she wept...
Her legacy will live on
The hand of man and their need for power
Their incessant urges that can not be sustained
Their fear of women and their plan to take the temples as their own
Her extreme power of beauty and rage will live on eternally...
As he looked into his shield he let his sword strike off the cursed mask
The mask that was the truth
Her emotions worn on the outside
As her body slumped, from her lifelessness, life was born
Emerged from the deceit
First 'Pegasus'..pure white, winged horse
Then 'Chrysador'..the giant holding golden sword..brother of Pegasus
Her stare still conceals the secret of the Sacred
It is our guide through our terrors
Guiding us through depth of anger
Into the sources of a woman's power
Man can no longer look into her beauty
Now they fear the truth in her eyes
They will continue to war against the truth
Fighting against what is truly real
Our dark side, the one we keep hidden
Her head was a reminder of what that hidden dark looks like...her tragic beauty..
Her destruction was unleashed at her death
The drips of her stolen blood bred serpents
Africa was to be reminded of her exploitation
The oceans would swallow up all who labeled her 'Sin'
Her sacred blood had the power to cure and resurrect but also it was deadly poison
Showing her perfect alignment with light and dark..a sacred balance
Now her soul guards the doorway to the world of the dead
She will stop all who live from entering
This...now..her purpose
Her mask still holds her representation of female ascendancy
Keeping man at a safe distance
Whilst we worship the triple Goddess
And our Mother Moon..a reflection of her mask
Young maidens shall continue to mask their beauty
They use Medusa to ward off lustful man
Lest they interfere with our ceremonies...our mysteries
Man saw Perseus's victory as the path for women's mysticism to be beaten out
But their fear of the truth will hinder their progress
An undeniable source of the sacred
Will obliterate every attempt
Medusa...
Sexual
Fascinating
Sacred
Dangerous
Riotous
Beautiful and divine lady
I stand in awe at all you represent
You are a true wonder to behold
Your legacy will never be shaken
Your name continues to be purified
I love you...
A fair maiden of absolute allure
Her divine enchanting enticement
Caused a green eye in those around her
She revelled in her gift of bewitching temptation
Her soft ravishing curls encasing a face of elegance
Her voluptuous body boasted both grace and magnificence
So appealing to men but envied by women
For she was not afraid
She did not shadow her legacy
She was a maternal virgin
Discovering sexuality...and it's denial.
Born of infidelity
Her mother 'Ceto' a deity of ancient oceans
Ceto's brother 'Phorcys' was her father
Chthonic...Spirits of the Underworld
One of three sisters
'Medusa', 'Steheno', 'Euryale'...the Trinity
But sweet Medusa..the gorgon born mortal
She was proud in her ability to attract
One deadly green eye, the owner renowned for wisdom
This eye turned blind to known wisdom
Replaced with jealous envy
For 'Athena', her personal insecurities
Her hidden erotic
Wiped away her wisdom
This time, her being companion of the hero, it was pre constructed
The hero was to be both 'Poseidon' and 'Perseus'.
Poseidon was God of the Seas
Named 'Earth shaker' and 'Horse Tamer'
But he too let himself give in to the fair maidens splendour
She did not ask him by mouth
She did not want any form of touch
She was simply an object of attraction
Just because she knew this of herself..did that mean she wanted to be defiled
She was glowing and comfortably so
Pure magnetism, desirably fascinating
But he could not resist
And with much struggle he cruelly gave in to his temptation
The beauty tried to fight him, this was not what she had intended
He was to violate her innocence
Forcing himself upon her in Athena's Temple
Striking down all her advances to flee
Impregnating her against her will
His seed pulsing through her disrespected body
Her legs splayed by his intrusion
He leaves her broken, beauty dripping from her delicate face
He has changed her in more ways than one.
With cackling delight hidden well, Athena portrays only outrage
She will make a spectacle of the promiscuous Medusa
Blinded by her jealousy her wisdom slips through her fingers
She closes her mind to truth and unjustly names the harlot
Athena will now curse Medusa...
Poor Medusa, suffering two unrighteous acts
And all this for bearing her gift...a tragedy
Medusa fled to a forgotten place
Licking her wounds, heart full of sorrow
Remembering how sweet life was
She could feel herself flooding with sacred forces as she wept
She wept of horror, of outrage, of dishonour
In the depth of her anger she transformed
Her face turning from love to rage
For all the terrors to come were not from her
She herself was constructed of terror
In her face now was a to strike fear in all men
Her sacred power now painted the mask she wore
She became beauty wearing the mask to ward off all lustful men
Her affinity with the sea and of nature combined
All despair turned to ugliness
The snakes hissed with the venom of rage
Perseus was sent to slay the mortal, hideous head
And for what...simply a gift for the arrogant 'Polydectes'
He cowardly armed himself with Athena's mirrored shield
A stone tomb was not his intention
Gold winged sandals from 'Hermes'
And 'Hades' helm of invisibility
So many tools to battle a fair maiden of rage
And as he entered her doom she wept...
Her legacy will live on
The hand of man and their need for power
Their incessant urges that can not be sustained
Their fear of women and their plan to take the temples as their own
Her extreme power of beauty and rage will live on eternally...
As he looked into his shield he let his sword strike off the cursed mask
The mask that was the truth
Her emotions worn on the outside
As her body slumped, from her lifelessness, life was born
Emerged from the deceit
First 'Pegasus'..pure white, winged horse
Then 'Chrysador'..the giant holding golden sword..brother of Pegasus
Her stare still conceals the secret of the Sacred
It is our guide through our terrors
Guiding us through depth of anger
Into the sources of a woman's power
Man can no longer look into her beauty
Now they fear the truth in her eyes
They will continue to war against the truth
Fighting against what is truly real
Our dark side, the one we keep hidden
Her head was a reminder of what that hidden dark looks like...her tragic beauty..
Her destruction was unleashed at her death
The drips of her stolen blood bred serpents
Africa was to be reminded of her exploitation
The oceans would swallow up all who labeled her 'Sin'
Her sacred blood had the power to cure and resurrect but also it was deadly poison
Showing her perfect alignment with light and dark..a sacred balance
Now her soul guards the doorway to the world of the dead
She will stop all who live from entering
This...now..her purpose
Her mask still holds her representation of female ascendancy
Keeping man at a safe distance
Whilst we worship the triple Goddess
And our Mother Moon..a reflection of her mask
Young maidens shall continue to mask their beauty
They use Medusa to ward off lustful man
Lest they interfere with our ceremonies...our mysteries
Man saw Perseus's victory as the path for women's mysticism to be beaten out
But their fear of the truth will hinder their progress
An undeniable source of the sacred
Will obliterate every attempt
Medusa...
Sexual
Fascinating
Sacred
Dangerous
Riotous
Beautiful and divine lady
I stand in awe at all you represent
You are a true wonder to behold
Your legacy will never be shaken
Your name continues to be purified
I love you...
I wrote this not to long ago
! extreme content !
Werewolf
Torn and bloody from a wolf attack
Escaping, barely with my life
Running to the dorm but passing out on the curve
Awaking with my wounds being fully healed
My body looks different, my veins protruding from my skin
Oh shit, late for class!
I make it to school, the girls start to take notice
Feeling great but soon I will see I’m cursed
Making out with one of the sorority girls at night
Pushing that body up against a tree, tasting sweet lips
Lifting my hands up her shirt feeling soft tits
Moving my kisses down the neck to make her wet
Those eyes tell me she’s ready for it
I start to unbuckle my belt but suddenly feel a sharp pain
There’s a hurting in my chest
I start to get sweaty, she looks fearful
Heart speeds up, temperature rises
Look up, it’s a full moon tonight
Look down at my hand, fury and gray
Eyes feel cold and dark
Claws grow as well as my jaws
Howling, craving flesh
She screams then runs for her life… game on
Running with the strength of a beast
I lunge in the air tackling my victim
Feeling a hunger of a different kind
I slice open her shirt, exposing breast
Rip down those pants and insert myself
Humping like some crazed horny animal
Looking at mascara tears falling down a pretty face
Her warm body enrages my lust
Thrusting all of me inside with such a force
Moving my claws around smooth skin
Just enough to draw blood
She screams but it only strengthens my drive
I can’t hold it back, I howl from my orgasm
A blast of cum shooting down in moist pussy
Her body quivers uncontrollably as if she’s dying
I start to feel dizzy then I black out
Waking up in my dorm
Hmm, was it just a dream?
I look down at my fingers
They're covered with blood
! extreme content !
Werewolf
Torn and bloody from a wolf attack
Escaping, barely with my life
Running to the dorm but passing out on the curve
Awaking with my wounds being fully healed
My body looks different, my veins protruding from my skin
Oh shit, late for class!
I make it to school, the girls start to take notice
Feeling great but soon I will see I’m cursed
Making out with one of the sorority girls at night
Pushing that body up against a tree, tasting sweet lips
Lifting my hands up her shirt feeling soft tits
Moving my kisses down the neck to make her wet
Those eyes tell me she’s ready for it
I start to unbuckle my belt but suddenly feel a sharp pain
There’s a hurting in my chest
I start to get sweaty, she looks fearful
Heart speeds up, temperature rises
Look up, it’s a full moon tonight
Look down at my hand, fury and gray
Eyes feel cold and dark
Claws grow as well as my jaws
Howling, craving flesh
She screams then runs for her life… game on
Running with the strength of a beast
I lunge in the air tackling my victim
Feeling a hunger of a different kind
I slice open her shirt, exposing breast
Rip down those pants and insert myself
Humping like some crazed horny animal
Looking at mascara tears falling down a pretty face
Her warm body enrages my lust
Thrusting all of me inside with such a force
Moving my claws around smooth skin
Just enough to draw blood
She screams but it only strengthens my drive
I can’t hold it back, I howl from my orgasm
A blast of cum shooting down in moist pussy
Her body quivers uncontrollably as if she’s dying
I start to feel dizzy then I black out
Waking up in my dorm
Hmm, was it just a dream?
I look down at my fingers
They're covered with blood
The Minotaur
Run, I beg thee
Your path will never end
Run until you're bone and sinew
And keep running even then
There is nothing to hide behind
The beast is too strong to fight
The only option is to flee
Flee away from darkness, flee to light
Run, I will beg thee again
But do not take the straight path
For once you are in his sight
He will charge you in his wrath
I beg you not to lose hope
You need only to run til you see
A odd thing in the labyrinth
A simple and small thing, a string
If you do not heed my words
You may be beaten by the beast
Impaled by his strong horns
And your blood will be his feast
Run, I beg thee
Your path will never end
Run until you're bone and sinew
And keep running even then
There is nothing to hide behind
The beast is too strong to fight
The only option is to flee
Flee away from darkness, flee to light
Run, I will beg thee again
But do not take the straight path
For once you are in his sight
He will charge you in his wrath
I beg you not to lose hope
You need only to run til you see
A odd thing in the labyrinth
A simple and small thing, a string
If you do not heed my words
You may be beaten by the beast
Impaled by his strong horns
And your blood will be his feast
"Mjolnir"
Oh Mjolnir soar to this open hand
I have learned the lessons taught by All-Father Odin
See my humility and feel my humble nature
Deem me worthy of your miraculous wonders
Allow me the power granted to the god of thunder
Gift me with the strength to lift your infinite weight
That I might also bare the world on these once unworthy shoulders
Impart me with the magic to strike with living lightning
The evil in the hearts and minds of fear-mongering hateful souls
To level mountains of pride piled up to the endless sky
To bring justice to this planet of hypocrites and thieves
To end unnatural death forced upon innocent lives
Who seek peace and nurture love in their finite space
To do these things I will gladly sacrifice myself at Ragnarock
And live eternally among the heroes in the hallways of Valhalla
(jj johnson)
Oh Mjolnir soar to this open hand
I have learned the lessons taught by All-Father Odin
See my humility and feel my humble nature
Deem me worthy of your miraculous wonders
Allow me the power granted to the god of thunder
Gift me with the strength to lift your infinite weight
That I might also bare the world on these once unworthy shoulders
Impart me with the magic to strike with living lightning
The evil in the hearts and minds of fear-mongering hateful souls
To level mountains of pride piled up to the endless sky
To bring justice to this planet of hypocrites and thieves
To end unnatural death forced upon innocent lives
Who seek peace and nurture love in their finite space
To do these things I will gladly sacrifice myself at Ragnarock
And live eternally among the heroes in the hallways of Valhalla
(jj johnson)
SIREN
Can you hear the sound of angels?
Listen as the voice and the wind tangles.
Clear as the water that you sail,
Listen close as I tell you the tale.
Any other sound will pale in comparison,
Take just one moment really pay attention.
Hear how they approach every note with care,
Make you feel it your bones let it tingle you there.
Listen to their symphony they sing just for you,
Fall in love with harmony they bring on through.
It's peaceful love and joy can you feel?
Your emotions away with their song they steal.
Ah! They have you I can feel their grasp,
They have succeeded in their task.
With their song you are captivated,
Their melody has you completely elevated.
I can feel your chills as they move to their hook,
They are in your sights there, take a look.
Ha! You fool, you silly sailor man,
Your song is over before it began.
Oh, poor thing don't be so sad,
Many have fallen victim to these creatures that are bad.
They will sing you requiem as you sink to sweet oblivion,
The Siren song takes the most precious gift even given.
Can you hear the sound of angels?
Listen as the voice and the wind tangles.
Clear as the water that you sail,
Listen close as I tell you the tale.
Any other sound will pale in comparison,
Take just one moment really pay attention.
Hear how they approach every note with care,
Make you feel it your bones let it tingle you there.
Listen to their symphony they sing just for you,
Fall in love with harmony they bring on through.
It's peaceful love and joy can you feel?
Your emotions away with their song they steal.
Ah! They have you I can feel their grasp,
They have succeeded in their task.
With their song you are captivated,
Their melody has you completely elevated.
I can feel your chills as they move to their hook,
They are in your sights there, take a look.
Ha! You fool, you silly sailor man,
Your song is over before it began.
Oh, poor thing don't be so sad,
Many have fallen victim to these creatures that are bad.
They will sing you requiem as you sink to sweet oblivion,
The Siren song takes the most precious gift even given.
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(This piece is my interpretation of the story of Dido, the Carthage queen, and her love for Aeneas, the Trojan War hero. Dido was thrown into despair when she learned Aeneas would ultimately leave her, and she committed suicide.)
Dido
on the ceiling
cormorant blue
ornamental ships swaying
as I trace harpsichords on your back
I’ve seen the ships
that will take you away from me
their masts a web of stars
like Hephaistos’ shimmering net
even now
when the night is swollen with silence
I ache to be impaled
my face in your name
by you
swollen inside
your face on the day
before me wherever I go
the anguish of your force
your scent on my hands
imprint of your fingers
embossed between my thighs
I see myself
a splintering ocean
foam-blurry at the edges
like that girl in a dream
who steps from the staircase of my eye
she attends me in a rainbow
my death in a thousand colors
I hold sadness in my mouth
its metallic blue taste
nostrils pinched
and I so so can’t breathe
I’m a blood rusty button
lavender bruised eyes smarting from tears
always a heartbreaking quality
to being alive
something thrumming underneath the surface
like a lone tattoo slicing
the cashmere blue sky
that aches to fly off the bolt
in a blue velvet spread of stars
my fingers gripping the wine dark shaft
the end is gray
I know what gray tastes like
it is dark and soft sweet
and one drippingly quiet thrust
my blood like crystallized sugar
the pain was always knife-edged
and acute for me
it was always this way for me
THERE IS NO BLUE
don’t you know know I was born for this?
kiss my fever glistening cheek
lovingly take the coins from my mouth
and place them over my eyes
(This piece is my interpretation of the story of Dido, the Carthage queen, and her love for Aeneas, the Trojan War hero. Dido was thrown into despair when she learned Aeneas would ultimately leave her, and she committed suicide.)
Dido
on the ceiling
cormorant blue
ornamental ships swaying
as I trace harpsichords on your back
I’ve seen the ships
that will take you away from me
their masts a web of stars
like Hephaistos’ shimmering net
even now
when the night is swollen with silence
I ache to be impaled
my face in your name
by you
swollen inside
your face on the day
before me wherever I go
the anguish of your force
your scent on my hands
imprint of your fingers
embossed between my thighs
I see myself
a splintering ocean
foam-blurry at the edges
like that girl in a dream
who steps from the staircase of my eye
she attends me in a rainbow
my death in a thousand colors
I hold sadness in my mouth
its metallic blue taste
nostrils pinched
and I so so can’t breathe
I’m a blood rusty button
lavender bruised eyes smarting from tears
always a heartbreaking quality
to being alive
something thrumming underneath the surface
like a lone tattoo slicing
the cashmere blue sky
that aches to fly off the bolt
in a blue velvet spread of stars
my fingers gripping the wine dark shaft
the end is gray
I know what gray tastes like
it is dark and soft sweet
and one drippingly quiet thrust
my blood like crystallized sugar
the pain was always knife-edged
and acute for me
it was always this way for me
THERE IS NO BLUE
don’t you know know I was born for this?
kiss my fever glistening cheek
lovingly take the coins from my mouth
and place them over my eyes
