Till Final Bell Tolls

Witchcraft
                                              A dark moth-eaten voice
                                           Clinging to my splintered self
                            Where morning stretches to wings of abstraction
                                                    Above the rapids 


                                                      Birds whistling
                                 Fish shooting water rocks against rocks
                                 Arrows and arrows halted on recreation
                                                  Horse lizards dance
                                                 Wombs pump babies
                                                         Into smiles

                                                   An wince of return
                                       Remains alone in morose samovar 
                  In the table of a naked prostitute trying the same manoeuvre
                                       In the country where we call love
                                                    Decency of sex
                                                         Appeased

                                                       I will pause
                                            Because I cannot bear to see
                                      My brothers have brought me so far
                  My ancestors are asked for credentials in this brown earth
                                        For women mothers of our tribes
                                         Die before they reach childhood

                                                    They look sulky
                                     Under-dressed aliens eyes dislodged
                           Pricks on bodies bleeding sauces on ancient past
                                        Muscles wriggle like lost pythons
                                             Sweating for hungry dust
                                                      I must pause
                                                   Above the rapids
                              Birth, living, death, rise and fall of civilizations
                  I must find a place where I can push through the living grass
Till final bell tolls

For the river I pray
For the bird I pray
For the sky I pray
For the tree I pray
For the mountain I pray
In translucent eyes I pray
Till final bell tolls

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Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Date: 1/4/2015 12:24:00 AM

Forgot to give it a "7" :)

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Date: 1/4/2015 12:23:00 AM

You have written a well-crafted, powerful prose, Rajat! This says so much with so much underlying meaning, I must fav to read again...yes, my poem, Stepping Into Carnival Evening, is for Rick's Ekphrasis Contest...thanks always for your kind comments. Hugs, Rhonda