the call of the wanton wild
echoes from the little child
even the gods by her beguiledechoes from the little child
keeper of the key to all is she
she flies the cosmos in utter glee
for only she knows what will be
this little child this child banshee
the steed of atonement does she ride
while under his hoofs worlds collide
and from his tongue the dead now cry
their pleas for mercy all denied
as prophets do in her confide
broken branches of peace once spoke
now devoured in crimson smoke
from in her hand with firey stroke
or can it be the demons woke
there is no hiding under cloak
riddles ride the aeolian winds
spreading ashes of those who sinned
too late now their acts to defend
no more time their lives to mend
for unto them her wrath descends
ancient answers wing their way
eleusinian mysteries be their stay
to live again carved in clay
if only they knew how to pray
but charred remains color their days
voices trickling from the past
homeric hymns spun in glass
this and more the child forecast
she was the first and is the last
this little child born of the wild
whose virgin birth they did defile
and now pay all who did her rile
this little child
4 comments:
I love this, Jenean. It sounds simple on the surface... at the beginning... but then you get wrapped in the storm of it all. The child... her power... what she knows... it seems we can never know. You are on quite a roll, lately, Jenean. And I'm enjoying as much of it as I can!
Nevine
greetings nevine! well, you know, this is another of those times when the image itself wrote the story - literally - and i struggled a few days with it - i wrote a few lines and then would go back to them every few days but couldn't really get it moving - then i just pulled up the image and left it on the screen not really knowing which way she was going and letting her lead the way [actually, i do this quite a bit with certain images - let them sit in front of me and speak their own story] - and nothing but this ending felt right - anyway, thanks so much for your faithful inspiring words here! have a glorious day!
Wow. Nevine's right. You get wrapped up in the storm.
hey trish! love those words, wrapped up in the storm, don't you? - may be another little verse from that!
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