Wednesday, April 10, 2013

ROSES THAT GROW BY THE RIVER JULIET

An offering for those who drank the poison in good faith


Previously published in Punk Soul Poet
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ROSES THAT  GROW  BY  THE RIVER  JULIET

An offering for those who drank the poison in good faith

                                           


The poison I had drunk
There was no more to say
Except goodbye
And be well

Drunk as a Dodo
You might say
I was
And as extinct

The bard immortalized
The moment
And I relived it
Over and over and over

The poison I had drunk
Because
The Lethe
Was ice

Hell had frozen over
Who cared any more
Now that neither thorns
Nor coals could hurt anymore

I thank the god
Of small things
For taking over for me
For cradling that infant spark 

Of life
That magic seed
That could possibly grow
And bloom where planted

Into a tree with no name
A partridge in it
My true love gave to me
On that first day of Lent

The cycles of life
Must run their course
In this realm
Of living and dying

Fall must follow summer
Resurrection fall
December in between
And rivers must flow into oceans

Deities cruel or kind
Must be appeased
With offerings that please
Their capricious appetites       

When all had been served
To their satisfaction
The Trickster whispered
 Turn around look

Look at how funny
You are
You a river dragging
The ocean behind you


                                                                                                                       ~  Sonali