With one thing and another I've not made a good enough effort to find time to write, what with going to London to see the Rolling Stones (they still rock, awesome) in concert the other weekend and the arrival of summer.
And on to my latest offering, loosely based on mythology.
Beautiful Box, full of temptation
A butterfly child from blood of all gods
gathered a cursed figment from wild heathlands,
gently placed in a fine box, ignorant
to repercussions of times shifting sands.
Dryads, of virtue and innocence, safe
placed the box in forests of ancient oak;
here nature encompassed forthright and just,
secured in naivety from human folk.
The beautiful box with fine marquetry
uneasily balanced on every one’s mind.
Mysterious vipers, carved in relief,
tempted evil temptation from mankind.
Skies blustered nimbus obscuring the sun,
and the smiles distort as faces grimace;
all stars and all darkness combined as one.
Feeling the ark flounder in the rat race.
June 2018 © Julian
Clarke
all stars and all darkness combined as one.
ReplyDeleteFeeling the ark flounder in the rat race.
The rat race can fail if one is too weak to give a good fight against outside factors!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank. I agree
ReplyDeleteThe concert must have been a blast! I enjoyed the tale told in this poem, Julian. Always lovely to read you.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't sure what to think as I enjoyed reading this. (the 60s had its effects : )
ReplyDeleteZQ
Wow. The Rolling Stones. Must have been fun.
ReplyDeleteYour poem tells a tale of fascination. Enjoyed.
Thank you, Myrna. Yest the Stones went beyond all expectations, awesome.
DeleteYour poem is fascinating Julian. Sometimes it is wise to ignore temptation, although hard to do...
DeleteGlad you enjoyed the concert.
Anna :o]
Still rolling .... amazing!
ReplyDeleteThat box sounds tempting indeed.
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