the price you pay (I am not yours to own)
Even in the darkness there is light my son
even when the cold hands come for you one footstep at a time to wrap around with spindle needle and witless charm, your breaths last uttered grace grasping at your face through the long hours of the dark.
Assassins walk here and there they say through the corridors of trains one paw at a time, the ghost and his brother darkness clawing throughout their minds, even as a hunter stalks them to carry carcass over haunch a lions pelt for his queen and the skin for his wall walking subtle colours across his fallow ageing claws
Rubies sit therin nestled in draughts of silver thread, on the ends of velvet sweeps of grandiose design the subtle mists of intrigue with nothing left behind. a weighted heart and weary head for all that must be done to stop a death at your brothers hands with the theft of a wife from your bed. What price you now pay my friend what price you now pay as I sit next to you waiting and your fear of me and my desires creeps into your designs.
Stable is the crow that flies and follows a herons call found by water drifting softly waiting for the storm. Rain falls down, walls from the clouds in sheets that blow the blood across the ground. her hair disperses in waves gently on the waters edge and her body on the ground mud clinging to her skin and water on her mound, the tears for autumn flowers lost to an early winters dawn.
Trust your instincts my son look to the animals when danger approaches, trust their gaze and smell and sense. their cages hold them no longer their little bodies flown when the wolf preys in your house my son you must trust only hands that are your own. save yourself my boy now run from the darkness in her womb and look not into her eyes when her fetid breath enters you.
ichor dripping from walls of stone, green puss like moss a rivers throne strike deep and cut through flesh and bone. feel her buck under your hand her fur matted to your skin and fear screaming in your mind, her partner comes now kill him too he will howl and call and cry. Clutch your blade my little one be free of this bestial tide. Run my son into the darkness, lost to the kisses of shadows, silence and night. In the long still hours after you have killed never lament your actions or thought. guilt cannot haunt you in the halls of viscious women and men and is only a tool of politicians and priests.
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the tears for autumn flowers lost to an early winter wind :-(
look to the animals. :-I
Just two lines of many that have a depth that touches me. Lovely piece to read, I will return to it many times, I am sure
thank you ABC happy that you like it.
– JP100
What is going on JP? Are you being attacked somewhere?
Prove what you are to no-one but those who count, those you love and the most important…strive to be the best you can be to yourself.
the mysterious Malle, how have you been? is all ok in your land and halls? what is going on? well I would say that I decided to put one of my unedited and “un-niceified” “actual” works up here. I have not allways worked in pubs or building sites and for whatever reason have worked and lived in environments with people who have had designs on my abilities and my lifes direction and purpose almost without a consideration for what I would choose for myself with regards to what I could or could not commit to the task/s at hand and the price to be paid, or what I wanted for my own life in general. As a younger man with a strong sense of duty to do what was right and a great belief in the noble capacity of people I trusted many who may have not been so noble after all (I still do what is right though I am no longer a naive young man) I have no doubt about my abilities and talents, strengths and weaknesses and have no need to prove who I am to anybody at all of that I am very aware a quite sure (though not so sure as to be blinkered and unopen to change or growth) strive etc yes I do that too, though I am taking a little time to put some of the results of that striving up here, as is my desire to do so. You are a smart woman Malle and quite intelligent for a minute you even made me skip a step I havent met a person with your brains and intellect and conscious emotional connectedness for quite some time, but I fear you have misread this one and yet at once as it is to each person what it will be to them I can say you have not. perhaps this work revealed more about you to you than it did about me to you and that my dear friend is wonderfull, I am very greatfull for you sharing your point of view as it does have a lovely colour and light and more often than not isnt usual and thankfully you dont come from the “twee brigade” of the world of poetry. When I was a child and young man (and even now as a more mature/ing man) I was very idealistic (I still am) and believed all men, women and people in general strived for good/peace/harmony/togertherness etc and were happy noble creatures who would only want whats best for each other, open minded, ethical, dare I say LOVING! etc (how could they not be???) couple that with my sense of duty and you get a young man who finds himself broken hearted by the people (who often try to use him) he puts faith in to honour their side of the agreements they enter and used untill he wises up to what is actually going on.yes I trusted, yes I gave them the benefit of the doubt, yes I am intelligent and I walked away from many people, jobs, places, etc when I could see what certain people were asking for was harmfull or downright wrong and I trusted my instincts too, but that did break my heart to find so many people were insidious and self obsessed with a lack of consideration for another human being as a person and fellow of the species so to speak (I really cant stand elitists). I guess the obvious message on the surface of this work is not all people are as they seem and though they have great potential to shine brightly many of them choose otherwise and will use you if they can though it does cost them a great deal in some circumstances often more than they gain from using you. So dont let your ideals (even very noble ones) blind you to what can actually be happening around you people may have such great potential for good but that doesnt mean they will choose to do/act/be so, so watch their actions and think for yourself and be aware my son be aware. there is alot more in there and that is the way its designed if you would like to look a little deeper, if you would like to talk about the work (and some of yours too as I do really like some of your works) then just bubblemail me and we can go from there. thanks for stopping by malle nice to know you are still about somewhere’s :) take care and go gently with yourself :) (p.s remember to smile as you do have a lovely smile and looking at your own smileing face will often cheer anybody up)
– JP100
Poetry is art as we know. If your poem were hanging on a wall, with all its colours or maybe lack of, I would interpret it the way my soul allows me. I guess this is what I have done with your work here (coupled with your ‘explaination’ of the poem and offering for people to punch themselves) and felt that it came from somewhere less pretty. I found it wary, low and high, dark and light. I guess we have a fine example of why we love words the way we both do…..its something of their very own to each person as they interpret it. We have a fine discussion point in that I am sure.
Maybe I have reflected myself in its reading, maybe I have seen something that you didn’t even know were there. Whatever the case, the words floated and what happened with them…happened. How wonderful.
Hoping you and your loved one’s are well, happy, and that this xmas season treats you with love and luck and happy memories. Stay safe.
You keep smiling. I enjoy the fact you trust in yourself the way you do. It is a strong personality trait that people strive their whole life to find, acquire, develop. Well done.