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Hymn to Creation
i.
in the beginning
there was a ram
made of wounds
and starlight
electrical currents
for blood masked
a humble den
of deceit
ii.
the bear tasted
of dark, honeyed pine
forming clenched palms
in the veiled morning mist
carpet burns on knees
that wholly eroticised
the initials carved
into a thigh
iii.
rabbit peered from her hole
flat-eared and frightened,
a universe imploding
behind her peach-sweet smile
and the world was silent
a lullaby of petals and calm
when our hides met
in humble embrace
iv.
in the desert was a jackal
laughing at a white moon
full of metaphors
and magic tricks
scratching at a door
that kept worlds apart,
half foreign land
half ocean
Published 13th Apr 2024
Author's Note
Letters to the Old Ways
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13th Apr 2024 4:14pm
Quite an interesting poem. It feels almost profound, yet I admit I don't know why as it could mean so many things. Still, there is an elegance to it, and it rings true, even if beyond my current grasp. That's a pretty amazing feature for a poem, thank you.
14th Apr 2024 00:41am
Thanks. I just posted the second half to this piece. I do enjoy a bit of duality.
I think I love that poetry is subjective, so you can apply whatever thoughts and feelings and interpretations you like to it. Nothing is wrong.
Appreciate the comment.
-M
I think I love that poetry is subjective, so you can apply whatever thoughts and feelings and interpretations you like to it. Nothing is wrong.
Appreciate the comment.
-M
