Showing posts with label legend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label legend. Show all posts

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Brewing


One would easily conclude
that she was in fact,
a witch.

It was not the time,
nor her spelling,
she did not wield a broom
or don a pointed
hat
and yet
we forget
the difference between legend
and lore
we pretend not to see
so we may forget
why we hide
(this information)
or face
persecution.

The insolent one stays inside the lines,
obeys or Believes
that there is a difference between magic
and living, despite
the few that knew
what they have seen or felt
and hid their skeletons
behind the cross.

The witch files her nails
and emits wisps of smoke,
she ruffles through the leaves
for a recipe to reverse
the ingested poison
and faith
found her
scratching the margins,
filling the white space
with letters
to correspond with method
and madness,

she blends in
like a mother.


Painting by János Rombauer [Public domain].

Saturday, September 19, 2015

A golden jackal steals no fleece

A young jackal whose coat
                          shone gold, glistened in the plain
evening embers
raises his canine
                          nose in the air
just as the lion catches wind scent
kit for cat
and both beatific beasts,
                          noble in their respective
domains
                          deferential of each others persona
pride and posse appropriated
or clash
wearing naked constraint
                          acknowledged by the other, unseen
for each aristocratic hair,
stranded
adapted and august all ways.

In the crevices that morph
                           the middle meets them
converging
                          with coats and charms
a prey of allegiance.

In times of treason
the mice sail the ship
while the jackal giggles
and the lion sleeps

shudderlessly.

Composed 9/19/15.
Image By Thomas A. Hermann, NBII [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Side-striped Jackal. 

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