I shield my eyes as the muse watches on
I stare into the sun
Wondering if theres one thing I will miss
Settle on a meaning less than pure
In good time silence will soothe this tragic heart
From these bloodied hands
I clutch these knives tinged in vermillion
Torn from the promises left to blame
Shadowed in a tormented and sacred confession
Letting go of all these fears
Resonant the cascading of steel upon the hearthstone
Dreams that live in silence distort the reality
Left alone to stare into the sun again
Sing to me of the five songs of the minstrel
Chorused of hallelujah in the plain skin
A left hand open pointed to the earthen fall
Rivers of blood soak into the thirsty soil
From beneath and above
A farthing rests upon its edge
Tipping neither this or that
Resting on the sunlight coloured in grey
7 comments:
The sun, the music, the shadow and the fears create a painterly insight into a wrestling soul!
This seems to search for hope in a hopeless environment, perhaps to be found by staring into the sun and longing for the voice of an angelic chorus...
there's a definite Macbeth-like atmosphere here with the bloody knives, pools of blood, dark nightmares and so on. intriguing read.
This is a lovely song of the minstrel while staring into the sun, hands soaking the thirsty soil ~
Nice to read it in RT ~
Hmm, thought I had commented on this masterpiece :)
Its a poem that for me that speaks as one of your best love...shows the fragility to the human side...
Contains external power also, you hit the heart with this one xoxo
I clutch these knives tinged in vermillion
Torn from the promises left to blame
Shadowed in a tormented and sacred confession
my fav part...first i love vermillion....second its got great rhythm....and some wicked imagery in it man...
i too liked vermillion and the sing to me of the five songs of the minstrel..wicked cool
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