through the eyes of Mnemosyne's muse
twelve statues stand as one this Sunday 'morn
each one no more a memory of time.
it is here below the fountain of regret
with my cousins dressed in green askari skin
on vines of dear departed monograms,
one single rock where the black rook stands supreme
this day it seems more ivory
than the paperweight of laborious regime.
I have risen with the mule's design of vogue
held captive with a blue mole on my lip
hissing like a cobra in a dark brown overcoat.
it is almost time to sing and dance and scream;
I am all in white
as pale as snow with my hogshead full
of sacramental wine as dry as mud.
now the great flood flows it's waters through my veins
water-stained with a shamrock on it's skull
it has no heart to navigate
the red-mustard frills
that burn my ears a shade I envy most.
all words beyond repair
my lair of cotton
twinned with the second season of a lung.
my eyes now pink
my diary is full;
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Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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through the eyes of Mnemosyne's muse
twelve statues stand as one this Sunday 'morn
each one no more a memory of time.
it is here below the fountain of regret
These lines just speak so much. Wonderful talent you have. 🌹
thank you Teddy.
as kind and thoughtful as always.
and very much appreciated.
Powerful words vivid images and hidden metaphors fill this piece
many thanks soren for your most kind comment.
Without memory we are nothing, we are full of them, they are our reality, good or bad they define us. Exquisite dear poet, exquisite!
a very touching comment Bella.
thank you.
I had to search, The Goddess of Memory.
one single rock where the black rook
stands supreme
this day it seems more ivory
It is almost time to sing and dance
I am all in white
as pale as snow
Such wonderfully creative lines here, imagery laden. Some memories can really darken our doorstep, but here I felt a move towards light.
Your uniqueness shines through Melvin.
and how well you read my words Cassie.
many thanks, as always, for your most kind comment.
and very much appreciated.
thank you.
Brilliant work.
thank you Thomas
Excellent write
many thanks Tony
You're welcome
I know who Mnemosyne was but I forgot . . .Seriously some great stuff here "water-stained with a shamrock on it's skull" slays. Nice work.
thank you Dan
most kind
thank you Ellen
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