It Is Over

aDarkerMind

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 1st, 2024 06:20
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 21
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • 2781

    That was enthralling

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you very much

    • Teddy.15

      Something tells me somethings can never change, love every line the magnificent power I your imagery is always brought to life dearest Melvin. 🌹

      • aDarkerMind

        thank you Teddy.
        always appreciate you very kind words.

        all is well here, thank you.

      • sorenbarrett

        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

        • aDarkerMind

          most kind soren.

          thank you.

        • Thomas W Case

          Tremendous.

          • aDarkerMind

            thank you my friend

          • Cassie58

            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.



            • aDarkerMind

              am always touched by your kind comments Cassie.

              and all are very much appreciated.



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