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"The Golden Chord"

I have stories
caterwauling
to be told,
I will caste them out there
no matter how bold.

They will not drown,
they’ll survive
soaked to the bone,
transfigured transporting
they’re magic
for the one who sits absent
on her Royal Throne.

Some are parked on a shelf
covered in dust
Some are pushing up daisies
6ft under, stamped, Blood Red
and Purple bruised
Imperial sealed buried,
they will never rust.

Who cares if that sounds crazy
comment not a question -
I don’t need classroom scoring
nor unwarranted suggestions.
Something “Just” -
for her undivided attention.

Break the Bread Crust
sip of Truth and Justice wins
Divine Body, Sacrament
of a fearless Woman’s mind
her everlasting firmament;
It’s now or never -
write right or bust out divine.

The pearls are in My Oceans
where the clam shells
keep ‘em safe
spitting out dirt
from the garden trampling
Banshee and Insectivores’
Jabberwocky crushing
tsunami wake

I do not live in a Yurt
I live in Free Verse Place
morphing between
higher and lower dimensions
there’s my place of worship,
there’s my Rome -

THIS is called my HOME,
where I wear my Amour
pulling sword from stone.

Spinning like a Whirling Dervish
in another Universe,
kind of way out in space,
left-field, alert, not bound tight
dancing across a panoptic stage
full of brightest white page
LIGHT.

This for the absent girl Queen,
remember The Golden Chord
hear the Song of Bees
somewhere in the middle
there hangs The Key.
I will always guard it
keep it safe
between You and Me.

No matter how long it takes
The Golden Chord
will never break.
It remains unravelled.

Unravel.
To pull back in.



(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)





Ref.

1. (Kate Bush, “Under the Ivy”)


2. “Rome is not outside me, but inside me. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine for my thought and my work.” Amedeo Modigliani


3.“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” Charlotte Bronte, Jayne Eyre


4.“Don't be satisfied with stories of how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.” Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

5. Amour - c.1300, "love," from Old French amour.

6. Armour - Armour (British English) or armor (American English) is a protective covering that is used to prevent damage from being inflicted to an object, individual or vehicle by direct contact weapons or projectiles, usually during combat, or from damage caused by a potentially dangerous environment or activity.
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