As the Ravens swarm
8 February 2016
Slow they show
The shimmering peaks
The love’s hope
Periscope
Looking out of the waters
Rimmed with icy blue
The cleansing
Gift of springtime’s sprouts
Dancing feet
Humming beat
Prancing around the lilies
Chasing across Time
It blinks fast
The glowing heartbeat
Building up
Winding stairs
Leading down into the wells
Where the blood simmers
Flatline’s trace
When all is balance
Without face
She calls loud
Her shadows like the moon’s hue
Silver and grey streaks
We renew
From depths of our selves
Holy chants
Bees’ water
Our birth into mystic skies
Which speak of fear’s loss
Of decaying skin
Cleaned so neat what feat!
This absence
In presence
I scrubbed harder than steel nails
This soul how she wails
The moon flies
Over dark rivers
Where men cry
As they die
Their souls steeped in nothingness
The void it calls so
In the skies
High above the trees
She glimmered
Slight traces
Aurora borealis
Shimmering portal
Pilgrimage
To darker silence
Where the waves
Ride the shades
Of snow falling onto stones
Altars of the old
We rehearse
Death and its shadows
Like bleak slaves
Submissive
Mortality donned like cloak
We once immortal
They bind us
With paper names’ codes
Like grey moths
To stark light
We go down without a fight
Our minds bound to false
Like dewdrops
The gleaming droplets
Of bloods call
Misery
A notion to overcome
As the Ravens swarm
Reading of the poem:
Solringen – Wardruna
Naudir – Wardruna
AnsuR – Wardruna
Fehu – Wardruna
Ingwar – Wardruna
A beautiful write. Vivid images and metaphor. Made me think of death and beyond.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Andrew. I like the idea of transcendence
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love this, Geetha. Life and the passing of time are subjects which consume the poet’s mind. I also enjoyed the ravens, so mystic.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Thomas. Yes, so mystic. I love ravens, they are magical creatures
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome, Geetha. I can tell 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
So beautifully composed Geetha. Strong and powerful imagery and words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Nitin 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is a brilliant allegory. The status of human nature, the passage of time and the pursuit of our dreams. I love how ravens are used to depict the passage of time. Beautiful work, Geetha. Impressive imagery.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much. I use ravens also as a passage to otherworldly realms
LikeLiked by 1 person
That is beautiful. I love your poetry, Geetha, always a wonderful trip.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderful and heart-warming praise, thank you
LikeLiked by 1 person
If we all spent more time focusing on what will happen to the part that will not die, world would be a better place. After all, a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.
Gorgeous as always, and I can see that your fascination with ravens has returned.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So very true Dajena and thankfully more people are awakening to that fact. Yes, just a spoonful 😀
I cannot let go of ravens. I am obsessed by them and they often appear to me in dream 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 I hope they are not restless dreams dear friend!
LikeLiked by 1 person
My dreams of ravens are always powerful and intriguing but not restless 🙂
LikeLike
The fear of death and the desperate cling to mortality sprung from erroneous ideas. We have forgotten and there is much to remember… Beautiful composition Geetha!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very true Swetha. Thank you so much for your kind words 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Awesome
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Nisthur
LikeLike
This is beautiful imagery and I love Wardruna it went perfectly with the poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, yes they’re awesome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Strong images presaging what is to come
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Derrick 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
My favourite is the stanza that talks about her glimmering like aurora borealis. What an image. Beautiful, Geetha. ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Annie 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re always welcome, Geetha 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
beautiful poem, I especially love the the last three stanzas and the way you play with common phrases there giving them fresh meaning:
“They bind us
With paper names’ codes
Like grey moths
To stark light
We go down without a fight
Our minds bound to false”
That’s just awesome the moth to flame analogy and the way you twist it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Melinda. The paper name codes intended our registering in civil birth certificates, making us separate and small, finite while we are limitless, eternal. I love the moth and flame pair, it is so enticing 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome 🙂 I loved paper code part too how it restricts in your poem instead of allowing free access as it’s supposed to 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 In English I can hide less meanings than in French so I resort to twisting words lol
LikeLiked by 1 person
twist away! I love reading what your mind comes up with especially the connections you make.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks 🙂 ❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful poetry! And amazing imagery!
LikeLike
Thank you so much 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Amazing!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Hector!
LikeLike
Images of death but perhaps surpassing death. Interesting the images this produced for me..well done as always, Poetess. ♡
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Eric. Perhaps an aperture on transcending
LikeLiked by 1 person
So very good. Spectacular writing
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Powerful imagery. & metaphor..I’m still coming to terms with thoughts of my own mortality.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Mark and I’m still coming to terms with how we’ve forsaken our own immortality 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person