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50 Words For Poe: the Wicker Man


"50 Words for Poe: The Wicker Man"



Lost in the fire of his own mind
Lost in the fire of his own heart betrayed
Lost in the fire of his own life arraigned
Lost in the absence of Love, always

No Home
Man on Fire 
Afraid

Freedom to be found in the fire of his own sorrow
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own soul
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own today n’ere tomorrow
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own higher-self to remember 

Time now to let go 
Time is not borrowed

Burn the past to find Home

The Ocean calls him Home calls him Home calls him Home

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for Cerberus
off-page guarding his heart



https://youtu.be/NZ1o3mBbhws
"Man on Fire"/Gerrard




“It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.”  Tolkien, The Silmarillion 




“Ocean, n. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man — who has no gills.” Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary

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Lady Labyrinth

March 24, 2019 at 5:12 PM

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/poes_untimely_demise_1127244

Lady Labyrinth

March 24, 2019 at 5:15 PM

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/poes_untimely_demise_continued_1127250

Lady Labyrinth

March 24, 2019 at 4:17 AM

“Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.”

Lady Labyrinth

March 24, 2019 at 3:53 AM

“There's nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on under water, you realize that you've been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.”

Lady Labyrinth

March 24, 2019 at 3:52 AM

“What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.”

Lady Labyrinth

March 24, 2019 at 3:51 AM

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you.

Lady Labyrinth

March 24, 2019 at 3:50 AM

So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

Lady Labyrinth

March 24, 2019 at 3:49 AM

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

Lady Labyrinth

March 24, 2019 at 3:48 AM

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.” Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore