My First Poetic Birthday!

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Inscription to Evil

Your eyes perceived the offering –

ripe suckling pig offered on ego’s altar.

Fangs tore flesh, and cud was

savoured. Voiceless, innocence burned;

Betrayer invoked betrayal,

tearing fragility whisper-thin.

Blows descending, betrayed shrank into a pit

shame-thick and denial-sunk. Sneering talons clawed

soul. Comatose, Heart beat on.

Shame bled dark on a soul-stain as tearless face

silently screamed. Hope of healing ripped raw the ooze;

Endangered, You clutched the more. Friend

kissed betrayal, marrying decay to heart-stir;

Agony poured fire into fatal wounds.

Battered, Heart beat on.

Soul stirred to staunch the flow

but band-aids bled away. Exhausted, Heart

cried to Healer; Wounded hands

leaked Love! You perceived and trembled,

lost footing, unleashed hell-fury, unwilling to

surrender your masterpiece.

Heart, circulating a blood not its own,

Stretched.

Stood.

Quivered on feet of glass.

Rage-screamed, You roared your hate-stench

but wounded hands held fast.

Gentle-fierce,

life-blood bled into Heart.

Glass feet glowed, diamond-studded in refining blaze.

Heart beat – IthinkIcan, IthinkIcan.

IknowLovecan,  IknowLovecan.

Flying, weightless, treading the wings of the dawn,

Heart  discarded crutch.  Leaped.  Danced.

Alive,  Heart  exhaled, inhaled, filled lungs with sweetness.

And words, flaking off like scales,

indelibly penned Inscription to Evil,

covering scars with skin.

Exactly one year ago today, I posted this poem, my first on this blog which did not start out poetic! It would take several months before I claimed the title of poet. More than 880 poems in the 365 days following this initial offering. I am honoured and humbled by the encouraging response and support of my blogging community, and honoured and humbled that God has blessed me with this gift – what a sweet surprise it has been to see it unveiled, to learn the joy and release of expressing my thoughts in this new form. Today is a day to celebrate – the Voice I lost so long ago has been found, restored, and unleashed!  The power of this miracle takes my breath away…

Stand

bluesprucesky

Stand.

When snowy weight collapses hope,

When freezing breaks the means to cope,

When winter winds fray final rope,

Stand.

When friend becomes the enemy,

When weakness bends a shaking knee,

When soul’s great thirst is to fight free,

Stand.

*

Stand firm, then…’

Hope

silveryfrostedash

Hope, you shatter me –

why be lover only?

Casual acquaintance,

fair-weather friend,

petulant and winsome in turns,

colossal tease.

Creeping in on the heels of  a foggy eve,

dazzling with your brilliance,

then stealing away

with the sun.

Will you not say “I Do!”

and throw in your lot

with mine,

for better or worse?

No.

You are a

false friend,

adulterer,

betrayer.

And yet,

oh,

oh my love,

how I want you…

Underexposed

spruce branch

Wind froze your undercarriage,

the soft white skin of exposed belly

where armour cannot reach.

Low blow,

coming from an ally;

‘Et tu, Brute’

will be your swan song,

your dying dirge.

“Inscription to Evil”

“The Scream”, Edvard Munch, 1895

Your eyes perceived the offering –

A ripe suckling pig offered on ego’s altar.

Fangs tore flesh, and cud was savoured.

Voiceless, innocence burned.

Betrayer invoked betrayal,

Tearing fragility whisper-thin.

Blows descending, betrayed shrank into a pit shame-thick and denial-sunk.

Sneering talons clawed soul.

Comatose, Heart beat on.

Shame bled dark on a soul-stain as tearless face silently screamed.

Hope of healing ripped raw the ooze.

Endangered, You clutched the more.

Friend kissed betrayal, marrying decay to heart-stir.

Agony poured fire into fatal wounds.

Battered, Heart beat on.

Tethered, soul stirred to staunch the flow

But band-aids bled away.

Exhausted, Heart cried to Healer;

Wounded hands leaked Love!

You perceived and trembled, lost footing.

Unleashed hell-fury, unwilling to surrender your masterpiece.

Heart, circulating a blood not its own,

Stretched.

Stood.

Quivered on feet of glass.

Rage-screamed, You roared your hate-stench

But wounded hands held fast.

Gentle-fierce,

Life-blood bled into Heart.

Glass feet glowed diamond-studded in refining blaze.

Heart beat – IthinkIcan, IthinkIcan.

IknowLovecan,  IknowLovecan.

Flying, weightless, treading the wings of the dawn,

Heart  discarded crutch.  Leaped.  Danced.

Alive,  Heart  exhaled, inhaled, filled lungs with sweetness.

And words, flaking off like scales,

Indelibly marked Inscription to Evil,

covering scars.