The Cost of War Through Peace
"The Cost of War through Peace"
She had spent
some elaborate
time
with snakes,
learning
their ways,
yet in the very
back of her mind,
in her memories,
she remembered
the stories told
long ago,
the sleepy songs sung;
curiously,
they were always
delivered in the dark,
as she drifted off to sleep,
when she was very young
she had distant memories
as an innocent, hugging tightly,
snuggling into her mother’s curves,
recalling lyrics of a
particular myth-like song
it made her smile
and she teared up
for just a little while,
recalling the sound
of her mother’s voice,
the message in the
labyrinthine mystery
word-for-word,
it was pegged to lines
in the hidden sentences
like wet clothing
drying to be worn
she never forgot her roots
and the warm beating
of the other’s heart,
the music and the rhythm
she first heard in utero,
that which sang
in her first home,
more like a nightingale
than a loon or lost note
losing lark
oh, the comfort
it did incite,
was like a magnet
not a metronome,
a shining internal compass,
still functional, the direction
with purpose and instinct
never misinterpreted,
it was placed there
in her heart
to guide her home
the message
in the myth
remembered
and delivered,
was now clearly heard
and succinctly understood:
the wisdom of an owl
the strength of a lion
the shedding of skin
and teeth, through
transformative ordeal,
the toppling of towers,
the acquisition of courage,
truth and inherited powers;
when harnessed
the snake has its merits
the scales of justice
turned inside out,
through dark to light,
she had learnt
most adroitly through
warring round-abouts,
like a snake’s skin,
injustice could be shed
oh, yes, it’s true
the sorry scales
of wrapped up courts
their quick judging kangaroos
so corrupt and versatile,
like a snake’s skin,
could be shed and burnt
but what her mother
gave her first and last,
even with her absence,
she thanked her
just the same,
for she was now
masterclass -
they had wings to fly
higher than a snake -
so very high and fast,
inbuilt echolocation
like Apodidae
to never doubt herself,
a belief and faith
in who she really was,
to remember lessons
delivered from the
scourge of underworld
then to emerge
from shadows
to journey
northward,
further upwards,
towards big blue sky,
that which some call,
Adonai
to never hesitate
to win the war
at whatever the cost,
through peace -
that was
very real.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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