They told me, with hands of gold, "time to pray, to fast, to weep."
They closed my eyes with songs of peace, and bathed my hair in cups of myrrh.
I stood, a statue, devoured by their smiles; I stood, content in nakedness, clothed in perfumes and seasoned wines.
They took my wings of rust and lay them to sleep beneath the waves;
they stole my diseases, ate my famine.
I prayed, sung in silence.
Their clocks hung still, their books no pages.
A blanket of dust crowded their eyes with gray; The babes, draped with filaments of silk, were statues, held firmly by mothers with eyes sprinkled in diamonds.
The filth there stenches the finest of beasts; tiger, lions, alive with majesty, roam in horror's odors, moving restlessly in circles of gloom.
Their hands. Cloudless. Boundless.
Author notes
This was written in a sort of semi-sleep, so I really cannot tell you what it is about.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow I love it!!
They took my wings of rust and lay them to sleep beneath the waves;
they stole my diseases, ate my famine.
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Very elegant
Written by the hand of a Goddess. I love the imagery you created in this write. I could see it as if i was there. I was mesmerized by your choice of words and the descriptions of your surroundings. Great write
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