Fiery waxen feathers disable the commander.
As Isaac's yet undiscovered theory intercedes
The principal pedestal ascends, obscured.
Bare-knuckled and branded, despite his title,
He grasps for affable, grey-blue alabaster;
Aspiring to pierce the sacred mount.
Below, on solid surfaces, bruised, he screams
At a crystal Cretan canvas in Gaelic rhythm -
Satin, stained with insatiable lust?
Helios and Selene cherish the spectacle;
Again, he fashions flames and plentiful plumage
In earnest for future endeavors.
Author notes
Inspired by my Classics' lectures and;
"While I'm some stain there on your bed sheet,
You're my diamond in the rough".
~ Candy, Paolo Nutini
What do you think?
Comments
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Excellent. A bit different to your usual style I think? Very impressive anyway poet!
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Thanks Ara!
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