it is over
obscured by the hidden dialogue
of premeditated change.
by the grace of god almighty
neatly pressed with the seven mouths of snow
whiter than a miracle
not pale by age nor the confines of a cell.
hell has served it's purpose.
heaven ploughs calamity
with the seeds of a singing flatbread
red-eyed it's skin of the dead that walk within.
from hand to nose
the goddess Bastet
mummified and buried
with her walking-stick and a good luck charm
carved from a lovers tree.
her mother earth
her father chained to the eyelids of the sun.
somewhere between the night-owls market stalls
falls the truth
the dragging tails of the talisman
of a golden-green through the circles of a crop
will stop at nothing
purring like a cheshire cat
with a cigarette and a trilby hat
sucking straw from a quails egg as it sleeps.
there are no peeping-toms to witness such regime
only white-blood cells of mercury and salt
a hunger hard to shake.
by who's own hands
to accomodate this prehistoric sham?
I have smoked my ham one hundred times before
but still it tastes of fox-fur with a nose that cannot twitch.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
That was enthralling
thank you very much
Something tells me somethings can never change, love every line the magnificent power I your imagery is always brought to life dearest Melvin. 🌹
thank you Teddy.
always appreciate you very kind words.
all is well here, thank you.
Darker, this poem is crammed full of ancient images. I haven’t heard of Bastet for some time. Many of your lines are somewhat cryptic and evoke images of complicated metaphor. Love the poem
most kind soren.
thank you.
Tremendous.
thank you my friend
It is over
By the grace of God Almighty
I felt the weight of an albatross around the neck lift.
hell has served its purpose
I enjoyed the references to the goddess Bastet and searched for meaning
Some amazing lines here, brimful of imagery.
I sensed an easing of darkness but felt it might only be a temporary pause. Grief does that to you. Fab poetry. Not easy to decipher, but well worth the trying.
am always touched by your kind comments Cassie.
and all are very much appreciated.
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