Forbidden
"Forbidden"
the knowledge
acquired
from the story
I’ve lived
is forbidden
to be written
I listen to
their voices
carried in the
rustling leaves
the whispering
of ghosts behind me
hushing me
I haunt them
the rain transports
me as if it is music
I send all the
creatures of the
forest running
for cover
they sense
the forbidden
fast approaching,
like a poetic ritual,
like what is written
then must fast be unread,
chewed, swallowed,
hidden, inherent,
expelled, buried
where it will
never be found,
the forbidden
yet, they sense it,
the other creatures,
there is something
foreboding in the
measure of this place
they sense it, it is
fearsome, yet enticing,
the forbidden
fast approaching
now opening,
this something
to be undone
that can never
be stitched back up,
like a spine bound,
snapped, then broken
my song is sung
at once pleading,
then intolerably terrible
it pierces the heart
not the ears
and causes the internal
begin again being to bleed
devotional, there in
the rain’s pure water
the sound inside
treads heavy like
the sound of horses
hooves pounding,
the curves of contrition
ridden hard by great legions
the stampeding thunder
arrives last, and
shocking
interludes later,
succeeding the
preceding violate,
sparkling whips
that scorch
and in climax
crack open the sky,
breaking the veil
a mighty seduction,
like I’m its daemon bride
my eyes look above,
I bring the lightening
down into me,
jagged veins of
diamond light,
the sensual, biting life back
into my finger tips
the trees are bending
before me, inviting me
to taste their bark,
their lichen scales
softening for me
potent and hypnotic,
to taste to breathe
I have no time
to lie and dream
at the base of them
enveloped nubile,
green and naked again
in their velvety moss
ahead I stride
through the gateway
to another time
another life,
the creatures
think to follow,
but where I go
I can return,
for them
to follow, then,
behind them
the doorway closes,
they are trapped
in a place of no return
of unfathomable sorrow
the smell of brimstone,
the fecund burn,
producing heightened
awareness to the wanton
fertile mind, abundant
with magik nomenclature
settles in the mist,
cloaking me,
I wear it like
impentetrable
heraldry armour,
worn for sad victory
me in the aether,
the place
of either or
I don’t look back,
under the Moonlight
I cast no shadow,
I walk through
without hesitation
creatures follow,
the doorway closes
as above,
so below
for me
the doorway opens
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment