Chalice of the Night- Reality Or Illusion
Thirst! Thirst!
Scorching thirst!
What a terrible night!
From head to groin
From hip to tip,
Fire rages.
My entrails shriek and crackle,
As twigs in a forest fire.
My nostrils flare,
With the reeking smell of burnt flesh.
My tongue and gullet,
Melt like plastic on exposure to heat.
Like a hornbill,
I thirst for a drop of water.
Wow! Before me is poised a chalice,
Full to the brim
With scarlet, bubbling liquid
As elixir, suddenly lowered from Heaven!
Extending my hands to hold it
And drawing it close to lips
Oh! How I missed it by a whisker!
By what magic
By what vanishing trick
From my chalice of the night,
The wine drained out
Leaving not even the lees
What terrible betrayal!
Its dry emptiness
Stared at me
I felt myself gyrating in darkness
Was it a dream or an illusion?
Reality or fantasy?
21. Jan. 2022
The Chalice of Night Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Ann Cooke
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