the call of the wanton wild
echoes from the little child
even the gods by her beguiled
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
echoes from the little child
even the gods by her beguiled
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 clayif only they knew how to pray
but charred remains color their days
voices trickling from the past
but charred remains color their days
voices trickling from the past
homeric hyms 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
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
a re-post that just seemed to fit today - enjoy!
10 comments:
excelete trabajo ! me encanta amiga !
Un abrazo
Dear lord! It's been so long my friend! I've missed coming by your place for so long.
Your writing once again gives me a sense of peace and wonder which I seemed to have lost for sometime.
A very happy new year sweet Jeanine. God bless you.
Much love,
Deboshree
ooh, dear deboshree!!! so there you are!!! and just where have you been and what have you been doing? how is your dancing going? details, lady!!! details! so wonderful to have you drop by and leave such kind words! thank you - and do come back soon! namaste' - jenean
cassini - muchas gracias por las amables palabras, querido amigo - Espero que vuelva pronto! tener un día glorioso!
Thank you for stopping by hope this is a wonderful New Year for you.x.
wonderful to see you again - so glad to have you come by here, too, gg!
Perfect poem for the second week of the new year! Love this image, too.
What a worldly and lush piece of writing, Jenean! This is definitely suitable for this time, I do agree with Trish. It resonates so perfectly!
Nevine
you know, trish, while i love rousseau's work - all of it - this is one of two that are my all time faves of his - it just speaks to my heart - i cannot imagine any other image more perfect for these words! and with this new year, we do need to listen to the ancient ones, the innocent ones, don't we?
thank you dear nevine! worldly and lush words! what a beautiful homage you pay me!!! this was another of those pieces that just literally spoke themselves, using my fingers as their voice here -
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