November 24, 2003 -- HM -- Feezle Log Out | Topics | Search
Moderators | Register | Edit Profile

Wild Poetry Forum » ~WPF Administration & Moderator Testing Forum~ » November 24, 2003 -- HM -- Feezle « Previous Next »

Author Message
M
Board Administrator
Username: mjm

Post Number: 3894
Registered: 11-1998
Posted on Tuesday, July 19, 2005 - 4:51 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Honorable Mention
Graven Image Uncovered
Jeffery Feezle

To find a skull buried face down is catastrophic luck,
the kind no Digger ever wants to uncover.
I brushed away the dusty sins of man
before striking the dusky portrait with finishing camel hairs.

She could have been queen and we:
merely kneeling peasants disturbing a grave.
In royal arms was held her legacy --
an infant cocoon that had perished with her
at first sigh of birth.

She is now a Boston museum freak show -
gawked at, ahhhhed over,
then overlooked as the next exhibit
makes forgetters of tourists.

But the baby -
it lies where first found
left in the arms of another Mother,
covered and forgotten again –
one more vagrant soul
that has become the mantle of earth.

----------------------------------------

(Original version - yikes!)
Graven Images Uncovered


With brief harummph’s of necromancer spells
I saw the crown’s diminished shine break earth:
angry, slitted mud-eyes steamed over with clouds
looking up, always up.
To find a skull buried face down is catastrophic luck,
the kind no Digger ever wants to uncover.
I brushed away the dusty sins of man
gingerly with artistic strokes
not unlike painting a background on canvas
before striking the portrait with finishing camel hairs.
We lifted the past into a transmuted present,
upon cheesecloth shrouds permeated with ancient dried fluids.
She could have been queen
and we were merely peasants disturbing her grave
kneeling in historic awe before her.
In her arms
she held her legacy
an infant cocoon
that had perished with her
at first sigh of birth.
I despoiled the dusky majestic terra bones
with tears borne from regret and sorrow.
She is now a freak show in a Boston museum
gawked, admired, ahhhhed over,
then overlooked as the next exhibit
makes forgetters of tourists.

But the baby -
it lies where first found
as it should be:
left in the arms of another Mother,
covered and forgotten again -
another vagrant soul
that has become the mantle of earth.

Add Your Message Here
Post:
Bold text Italics Underline Create a hyperlink Insert a clipart image

Username: Posting Information:
This is a private posting area. Only registered users and moderators may post messages here.
Password:
Options: Enable HTML code in message
Automatically activate URLs in message
Action: