They haunt the hollow halls of night,
tramp hard upon my mind,
and drag my fears like broken wings;
displayed as splintered signs.
Dissected by the glistening claws,
my heart is riven wide,
for monsters hold the truth of me;
teeth turned in sharp deride.
Love lays upon the silent stones,
turns cold in bitter shreds,
and waits for time to raise it all;
to hang on ancient pegs.
In crucifying constancy they call,
echoed horrors through the dream of day,
slipping through the darkened door of dawn,
determined that I will be shown the way.
And in the shadow dream of fallow night,
I glimpse a shining thread beneath the shawl,
of demons cowled and crawling close;
identity has yet to be revealed.
For angels dress in ways we do not know,
shape-shift upon the shivered face of life,
to bring us what we need but would deny;
to frighten us to change through brutal strife.
It's in this drawing out and stretching slow,
that we become the most that we may be,
and in the hurdled hurting of our grief,
can find the shape of I as well as me.
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tramp hard upon my mind,
and drag my fears like broken wings;
displayed as splintered signs.
Dissected by the glistening claws,
my heart is riven wide,
for monsters hold the truth of me;
teeth turned in sharp deride.
Love lays upon the silent stones,
turns cold in bitter shreds,
and waits for time to raise it all;
to hang on ancient pegs.
In crucifying constancy they call,
echoed horrors through the dream of day,
slipping through the darkened door of dawn,
determined that I will be shown the way.
And in the shadow dream of fallow night,
I glimpse a shining thread beneath the shawl,
of demons cowled and crawling close;
identity has yet to be revealed.
For angels dress in ways we do not know,
shape-shift upon the shivered face of life,
to bring us what we need but would deny;
to frighten us to change through brutal strife.
It's in this drawing out and stretching slow,
that we become the most that we may be,
and in the hurdled hurting of our grief,
can find the shape of I as well as me.
http://dversepoets.com/2013/04/13/poetics-monster/#respond
nice...intriguing write...nice shift part way through as well to truth...the monsters hold the truth of me is a great line...and is the image of love laying on the silent stones...the crucifying line has great allit too...but really like where you took it from there...
ReplyDeleteI like how you turned this poem part way through, and I enjoyed the rhyme throughout.
ReplyDeletei like how multi-layered this is..the holding the truth of you and the close with finding the shape..becoming the most that we can be.. really lots to ponder here
ReplyDeleteCaptivating write ~ will come back to read again ~ to be appreciated on many levels
ReplyDeleteHi Roslyn - fellow Australian I see :-) Interesting layers - drag my fears like broken wings - so loved this. How we look at ourselves and what inner demons lie within our minds, enjoyed - thank you.
ReplyDeleteHi Rambly, yes, although I am based in Africa and back from time to time.
DeleteThis really digs deep, a splendid response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing,captivating and well written. There are so many themes in this depthy poem.
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