Brocken spectre - A Florilegium poem
The root word for religion is not kind –
Latin verb that means to tie or to bind –
as it tends to play tricks on anyone’s mind.
For some, the edicts lash – they mercilessly lash.
Inspiration in ash – never reached heights of ash.
As I am cocooned in my stoic den,
the soothing melodies of the small wren,
for the life of me, it’s beyond my ken.
Through my mind thoughts flash fast – old habits holding fast.
Chance to shine at last – fame and fortune don’t last.
The display of arrogance in the past;
credibility was gone in a flash.
Always being right, I am left behind.
Like a Brocken specter*, I haunt the glen.
*A Brocken spectre, named after the German mountain on which it was first noted, also called Brocken bow or mountain spectre, is the magnified (and apparently enormous) shadow of an observer cast upon clouds opposite the Sun's direction (rarely, also the moon). The figure's head is often surrounded by the halo-like rings of coloured light forming a glory (red on the outside of the rings and bluish towards the centre), which appears opposite the Sun's direction when uniformly-sized water droplets in clouds refract and backscatter sunlight.
Rhyme scheme: aaa; (b1–b2)(b1–b2); ccc; (d1–d2)(d1–d2); dbac
I have used contronyms (lash, fast) and homonyms (ash, last).
See my article, dated July 2021, here on PoetrySoup for the design details: A Rose by any Other Name - Florilegium.
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