The falling children

The falling children

31 January 2016

Srebrenica Genocide 20th Anniversary
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Each of them

Unknown mother’s son

Their graves white

Their hair cut

Their tomorrows spent in night

Their haunting timeless

 

Lily white

The stone on the Earth

Trace of them

Fading slow

With the last pieces of bone

Replicating loss

 

The tears dark

Blackwashing markings

Rimmel lakes

Connection

The soul a weary bundle

The struggle to sigh

 

 

She awaits

Hope within bosom

Her plaits neat

Flowers strewn

She had kissed him to wane moon

He will call in well

 

He lies deep

Battered and lonesome

His clothes pressed

Upon his corpse

They had sewn in his blown feet

He walked on a shell

 

 

They crawl wild

With the gnawing news

Inhaling

Exhaling

Orphaned dreams set their dark fate

The falling children

 

The love lost

Three times blown over

Ghosts hover

Angels weep

Her love so deep now asleep

The forever kind

 

A twin loss

Her womb now empty

She stares blank

The walls smite

Like those silent lilies’ sight

Her wish? to be blind!

 

Reading of the poem: 

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In your head zombie – Cranberry

Strawberry Fields – Across the Universe

They dance alone – Sting

The Moon’s Death

The Moon’s Death

31 January 2016

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The moon shook and curled up like gentle fire. I held my hand up to her caressing the sparks, trying to cajole them back into unwinding. The night would end and if she did not unfurl her grace the sun would have a hard time rising. She resisted my touch, her eyes downcast and her lips pressed into dying denial. Beyond her head I could see the skies split into what was meant to be a sunrise but the sun had shunned the skies. I sensed his presence in the moon’s depths, beseeching her to uncurl her round petals. Behind me, the clamour of the city and wails of hungry infants were calling me back to the lands and I dropped back, helpless, drifting through the clouds.

 

It was a grey daylight drizzle that welcomed me as I opened my sore eyes, spent weeping for moon’s demise. The sun was nowhere to be seen, without his bride of night to glow again he was not so keen. I looked around the city from my balcony anticipating sunrise but only amorphous grey met my eyes. I realised I had to dive again into Morpheus realm and cross the rivers of the shades of the night to try to coax her again into undying so the sun could shine his light.

 

When I emerged on the other side, the strangest sight met my eyes. The moon was lying down roaring with laughter as the sun was tickling her feet with his rays. Her woes of the night forgotten she seemed much besotted and the sun could barely contain his heat as he beamed at her, happy she was finding back the fun in the nights. Around them, the clouds were awash with a buzz of curiosity and anticipation – which explained the grey drizzle of that morning. I cleared my throat and asked timidly if we could finally have some shine and they could choose which one would go for it. When I left, they were sorting it out with a match of rocks, scissors and papers.

 

My eyelids fluttered, warmed by the sun’s beckoning. I woke up to another gorgeous sunny morning. All was well in the skies.

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Reading of the flash fiction : 

Written for Friday fiction with Ronovan writes  https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/01/29/friday-fiction-with-ronovan-writes-prompt-challenge-11/

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Stars Die – Porcupine Tree

Remember me lover – Porcupine Tree

Buying New Soul – Porcupine Tree

 

 

 

Your shapes’ ambrosia

Your shapes’ ambrosia

30 January 2016

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Son of none

Father of the Sun

Your Priestess

Wife, Mistress

Mother of the holy cow

Calls upon you now

 

Flesh and bone

Cover the spirit

Breathe in me

Souls so free

The Ancient Times revisit

My staff now bestow

 

Breathing low

Close the boiling pit

We are one

The loves glow

Every pilgrim fear to shun

Dive in morrows’ slit

 

Awaken

The time has now come

We are free

Together

We will sketch our love in sands

Of Eternal Times

 

Your spirit

Precursor of bond

Glowing star

Flowing robes

Between us the timeless ropes

Passion of lifetimes

 

Look through me

See the Nile flowing

Off my heart

Through my soul

We will be together whole

Loneliness outcast

 

Sing with me

Voice of Nightingales

Echoing

Haunting

Remnants of memories swaying

Within our bosoms

 

Sum of all

Path to the doorways

Lead us now

Out of past

Welded into nothingness

Your glory recall

 

Hail my flanks

Their valleys truth’s mist

Shower me

Light and Sparks

Call flow of my river’s banks

Molten ecstasy

 

Tenth wonder

Elevate my creed

The child slain

In dark greed

Wash away his mother’s pain

Spread our children’s seed

 

Feed my soul

Your shapes’ ambrosia

Liquefy

My edges

Dilate within me bridges

To flowing castles

 

Twelve nights breathe

Moons and sandalwood

Our union

Morrows’ light

Every being growing sight

Healing our landscapes

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Cleopatra seduces Caesar – Jeff Beal (images from The mummy)