navwin » Archives » Open Poetry #28 » the burning years (repost from 24, for Brian)
Open Poetry #28
Post A Reply Post New Topic the burning years (repost from 24, for Brian) Go to Previous / Newer Topic Back to Topic List Go to Next / Older Topic
serenity blaze
Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738


0 posted 2003-08-28 01:15 AM


"Oblivion is YOUR reward!"
laughed the brother of the witch.
Pounding drum and cleaving sword
he danced amid the fire's itch.

He drew a circle round the flame
and his eyes sparked with the sand--
he drew the boundaries of game
and laughed a brownies reprimand:

"Take my eyes, they not see YOU."
He spun a web of spiderlace.
"Take the ribbons of her grace."
He played baton in streaks of blue.

Leather boots, entwined to thigh--
the fire danced within his eye--
A vest of something once alive
graced fur upon his hairlessness.
Quicksilver
dripped
and made the crease
dimpled
in a smile's release--

madness
in the white of eye
within a corner vision spied...
dust
amid the dance of feet
tea leaves trace
a grit on teeth--
from smiling much too wide.

"FOOL"
He pointed to no one...
laughing
watching
every one
drop their head
avoiding gaze--
"Fool!"
he cried,
"can't be forgave!"

Then with his shovel
he dug grave--
he bowed his head
a madman prayed:

"May the Greenman
be her keep--
In Rowan roots
of sorrow sleep--
May Hecate
be her slave--
Virgin
Mother
Crone
engraved--
soldiers
enlist from the deep--
and drop her lids,
I pray, she sleep
before she feels the fire."

He took charcoal
then from the flame
and placed it sacred
censure's trust.

He danced and swang
and smudged desire
naked
flagrency
of lust.

Then
within
the red of burst
locusts
crawled
from his dark mane--
spittle
danced
in a gross glee
as he fell
onto his knees
bloodying
the battlefield.

In the sand he drew the fish...
he muttered,
"more have died for this"

He wept to watch them.
He took blame--
He knew.
He'd lost. He cried the name--
the Sacred
name that he'd been taught--
she sang to him, as fishes caught
on a string in crystal stream--
he heard her humming
in his dream
and rocked
he swayed
he rocked
he swayed--
then,
he heard her scream.

"NOOOOOO..."

They held him back by spear.

No more.

No more.

The burning years...

*   *   *


"love you babalou..."




© Copyright 2003 serenity blaze - All Rights Reserved
icebox
Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383
in the shadows
1 posted 2003-08-28 01:28 AM


491 years and 7 days ago this month, the Witches of Lancashire were burned.

...but, who is counting....



serenity blaze
Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738

2 posted 2003-08-28 01:54 AM



Aenimal
Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350
the ass-end of space
3 posted 2003-08-28 02:10 AM


Amazing thanks for the rp
garysgirl
Deputy Moderator 10 ToursDeputy Moderator 5 ToursDeputy Moderator 1 Tour
Member Laureate
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237
Florida, USA
4 posted 2003-08-28 02:23 AM


Karen, there's much I don't understand, but I really do find it interesting to read. I read sometimes and don't reply, because I don't know what to say. Gary has read a lot about these things and has explained some things to me.

Thanks for reposting this.
Love and hugs, my friend  
Ethel

Kaoru
Deputy Moderator 1 TourDeputy Moderator 1 TourDeputy Moderator 1 Tour
Member Elite
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892
where the wild flowers grow
5 posted 2003-08-28 02:33 AM


THANK THE SKIES ABOVE that you reposted..

I wasn't here for the original post

this is so good!

I'm going to save it for another read later on..

vlraynes
Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229
Somewhere... out there...
6 posted 2003-08-28 03:06 AM



Decided to peek in here from my friend's house,
and I'm VERY glad that I did.

I'll definitely be back to this one once I get home.
For now?...I just have to go read it again...and again...smile

Love and hugs, lady...

"My friends are my estate."
~Emily Dickinson

littlewing
Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655
New York
7 posted 2003-08-28 03:33 AM


Jesus Karen . . . this brought
tears to my eyes . . .
God, chills . . .
right here:

"May the Greenman
be her keep--
In Rowan roots
of sorrow sleep--
May Hecate
be her slave--
Virgin
Mother
Crone
engraved--
soldiers
enlist from the deep--
and drop her lids,
I pray, she sleep
before she feels the fire."

this is your heart on this page
and his
Beauty
xxoo

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348
Florida
8 posted 2003-08-28 12:08 PM


I loved the title "The burning years"

implies so much...that it was one bit of history with so much more to go....a part of a whole....

Anyway...I enjoyed this very much..

Susan

brian sites
Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475
usa
9 posted 2003-08-28 10:06 PM


sigh
yes

I see

but NO
NO

I understand
but it will not come to that
I will not be too late
this time
I promise

thank you for repossessing this

this was during my
away time

babalou

Post A Reply Post New Topic ⇧ top of page ⇧ Go to Previous / Newer Topic Back to Topic List Go to Next / Older Topic
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format.
navwin » Archives » Open Poetry #28 » the burning years (repost from 24, for Brian)

Passions in Poetry | pipTalk Home Page | Main Poetry Forums | 100 Best Poems

How to Join | Member's Area / Help | Private Library | Search | Contact Us | Login
Discussion | Tech Talk | Archives | Sanctuary