In utero,
slumbering
budding into
fruitful blossom,
I
awoke, here, in this place,
twixt linens pure,
pristine & niveous,
now splattered
haemochrome,
cast chaotic, torn
of loves labours,
contractions’
of earthly
surrogate.
(She: accoucheuse,
fat and hoary,
bites through
umbilicus.)
A birthing,
footling born of
chaos
toe dipping into
Mother Earth,
I sang of Satan,
hailed his glory.
Women wailing
cluttered into
corners,
black in wretched
robes of mourning,
mourning my
deliverance,
freedom from
confines of merest mortal,
accoucheuse bite
and worldly tether torn.
Oh you fools virid
of envy,
minds icteritious
of greed –
how well you do my
work,
feed my lust my
hunger
my want of your
destruction,
stoke fires of your
eternal hell.
The devils spawn,
I am born of your
desire,
you harbingers of
the death,
destroyers of all
tomorrows,
how well you do my
work!
Do my work,
rape your Earth,
bleed her dry.
I shall spread my
wings
fly into your
tomorrows,
suck sulphureous
sun cerulean skies
into my atrous
heart.
(Wings fluttering
will cast a storm
the like you’ve
never known.)
Anna :o]
These words first published in 2014, re- posted today for earthweal open link weekend #3. Cheers
Brendan.
Image: courtesy of flickr
8 comments:
Anna, your voice in this is so powerful. I love "I shall spread my wings / Fly into your tomorrows". The sulphurous skies are ominous. We do its work too well, I am afraid. Lovely to see you at Earthweal, Anna.
Thanks Anna -- Your voice here reminds me of a highly literate dragon -- Chaos, primordial father of Gaia. A scholar of destruction, taking a rather abstract delight in the bloodiness of creation. Maybe this god worships the blade and has forged it well. Singing, yes, of Satan. This will brew up a Cat 7 storm apropos of the angry beast we're whipping the world into ... So great to see you at earthweal!
Fly into your tomorrows.... great phrasing throughout this. Like Brendan, I'm picturing a dragon. :)
I am left wondering when will the mourning stop. How much more must we endure? There is hope in flying into tomorrow. May your journey be safe.
Painfully true. Interesting that you wrote these words in 2014....and not much has changed for the better.
The time is now!
"I am born of your desire,"--Nothing can be truer than this. Greedy as humans are this should be their fate. Sigh. Words throb and thump with such force!!!
I have to agree with Brendan--this could easily be words from a dragon, blown out on a flaming breath for us to hear and fear. The progression is inexorable, dunning doom into our bones. Thanks for all your unexpected word choices as well--several of them were new to me, which is always a delight after 71 years of constant reading. It's very hard for me to find new words outside of scientific journals. ;_) Anyway, this is elegant, excellent, viciously truthful, and frightening. Excellent writing.
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