Fallen arrows
from the quiver and bow
of a stumbling Eros
have plunged me
into dream,
into Proserpine's abyss
again,
here
at the brightest edge,
the penumbra,
of the season
when it's turning
as at sunset
is palpable,
most immediate.
At the heart of this "midsummer's flower"
lies an approaching zenith,
from that point
we will enter our dream realms
dusk-palimpsests,
in deepest shadow,
the "blackest chaos" of which is fear,
we walk barefoot
into our cold mind's hell.
Blind and feeling travelers
down through ice-labyrinth caverns
amidst screaming dead and dying
to where our love is laying
almost
slain.
This ice burns our living flesh
though
it is but life
branding our consciousness',
shivering the quick.
So Love,
i know
how your flesh is burning
love me
throughout
such manifold forevers,
o' love me
through every edge
of winters' Thanitos,
ever burn us
upon the pyre
of each midsummer fire, and
love me
for as long as our flesh can bear,
that flesh we ache to share,
the Sibyl
of our walk.
Watch at the festival fires,
there will be no last goodbyes.
for summer's dancing heights
could fling me into your arms and
if so
you will kiss me
because we have ever met before
we will then disappear
trailing blood-drop pomegranate seeds, leaving
barest
signs
of
struggle.
Author notes
Dark Light and Purposeful... it illustrates the journey of proserpine through the underworld, through the winter so too our consciousness, our flesh is as the Sibyl whom alone alive survives Hades, this happens at the point of the turning of the solstice at midsummer. This is the time we face our underworlds, and explore the inner consequences of our mistakes thus the entry to this contest.
A contest entry
- De Wkyd et de Luminous by Evenstar.
700 points, ended December 17, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - "Erato Be Thy Teacher " by Poetryintheblood.
550 points, ended January 12, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you for your beautifully spoken entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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This is a wonderful poem. I enjoyed reading it thoroughly. I recommend you shorten it a little. I can make an exception of 10,maybe 15 lines,but i said no more than 40.
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