Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Psychomanteum

Flee, my Heart! Leave this vessel, a husk of metal- my Spirit sick!
Now! Depart! No Conscious wrestled, decisions settled- fingers pricked!
A map to chart, my tested mettle, deeply nettled- the wounds I've licked; 
A Quest to start, the finest fettle, a boat of petals- please kill me quick!

Such Agony! To be besotted, tightly knotted- paltry sums;
A Felony! Memory blotted, Veins are clotted- Soul succumbed!
Lo! Verily, the Time allotted, eyes are spotted- gently strummed;
Terribly, the Gods have plotted- like Ghosts in Psychomanteums!

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Kelly Deschler March 13, 2014 at 5:04 PM It sounds to me like all of your unfinished business has been put to rest, and you just want to move on and start anew. I loved this deeply soulful and expressive write, BP! This was also rhymed to perfection, of course! :) Just That Archaic Poet March 14, 2014 at 12:46 PM Thanks as always, SP <3

Charmaine Chircop March 6, 2014 at 11:31 AM This is somehow dark,ghosttly and sad.. But that boat of petals gives me a glimpse of hope.Forget the mirrors..the reflections of the deep..Sail on that boat and do not let the petals fragrance pass your life..unnoticed.Very deep Chan Just That Archaic Poet March 6, 2014 at 11:42 AM Thanks as always, Charm. Your words always make me smile. You are a gem :)

Sara Kendrick March 3, 2014 at 10:14 AM No don't go we need more of your talent here..Enjoyed reading this one today..Sara Just That Archaic Poet March 3, 2014 at 1:36 PM I appreciate that, Sara. I'm not going anywhere :)

Richard Lamoureux March 3, 2014 at 9:48 AM Personally this one works for me and yes I agree you are being to hard on yourself. Just That Archaic Poet March 3, 2014 at 1:37 PM Thanks, Richard. I'm just not too fond of it. I'm glad you and others enjoy it :)

Richard Lamoureux March 1, 2014 at 3:17 PM Thanks for the explanation it ads a fourth dimension to your poem. Just That Archaic Poet March 1, 2014 at 3:38 PM I appreciate that, Richard. Unfortunately, the whole poem is centered around that word in order to make it the showcase and a focal point, I think, and it ends up being too contrived. Maybe I'm being hard on myself. I'm just experimenting with different techniques and some don't always pan out, like this poem, for instance ;)

Richard Lamoureux February 27, 2014 at 5:13 PM What is psychomanteums?? Enquiring minds wish to know. I find this poem intriguing, dark and intriguing. Just That Archaic Poet March 1, 2014 at 2:59 PM Hi, Richard. Thanks for stopping by, my friend :) A "psychomanteum" is a room made from mirrors, used mostly in the golden age of spirit mediums and seances. The mirrors were purported to help augment or amplify psychic powers or the power of spirits. A conduit, basically :)

Nette Onclaud February 26, 2014 at 10:20 AM fiery work, chan.. a beautiful rant.. visceral!!.. huggs Just That Archaic Poet March 1, 2014 at 2:59 PM Much appreciated, Nette :)

Painted Hunter February 25, 2014 at 10:33 AM This should be in a play, Chan. Loved it! Just That Archaic Poet February 25, 2014 at 11:59 AM Thanks, bud; always great to get a compliment like that :)

Andrea Dietrich February 21, 2014 at 7:55 PM hey, I think I did not forget to visit your poems after all. I went back and saw I had read some two days ago! Anyway, here is a new one, and it has a very classic feel to it. What inspired this one? Just That Archaic Poet February 22, 2014 at 10:27 AM Hey, Andrea. The word "Psychomanteum" itself inspired the poem; I heard it mentioned in an X-Files episode. Thanks for the read :)

Sophia Valentina February 21, 2014 at 10:32 AM This is interesting. Love the title. I need one... Just That Archaic Poet February 21, 2014 at 10:57 AM Channel your inner Sarah Winchester!