Mother said she drempt
and saw into a gloomy depth
where she glimpsed
souls engulfed
within the world's
wounds.
Mother said she saw
where demons traipsed
back and forth into the twelfth
of hell,
while anxious
angels
kept a watch amongst
the dreaming adze*
lest they awake the monster
waiting in the nothing.
* Adze: a vampiric being in Ewe folklore, told by the people of Togo and Ghana.
Categories:
adze, dream, fantasy,
Form: Verse
During the time of the lustry preen,
Searching through the sea and land behold,
Beside a floating river,
I found a pretty queen,
Listening to the orchestra in green,
In her arm,my heart were fold,
Looking through her retina my soul mow,
For her loves makes me batty and pow,
Yet saved me from the awful snow,
By her love my tears blow,
By her kiss my smile grow,
Let's switch the balalaika sound,
While our fragile count,
Like a hound,
In the journey of love relay,
She stretched her hands to protect my heart through belay,
You are so precious than a diamond stone,
For my love to you is an adze hone,
In a ward of love,
I'm brew,
Even when the wind whack like whet hew,
The sky still remain blue,
When the love breeze blew.
Categories:
adze, love
Form: Rhyme Royal
Smote the ‘lump’ upon the ‘drive’
The ancient oak did groan,
Smote it down a second time –
And not a stave did moan.
Riven hard and driven tight
The chime hoop bore the load,
Its rivets creaked; an iron child -
Born of Hells hot forge.
The ‘Barrels’ calloused hand aloft,
Like child with candy cane,
And four pound lump of hammer head
Was driven hard again.
Sparks flew from the molten band,
Searing smelt the wood;
Could Thor have walked this Earth again,
As ‘Barrel’, here he stood.
Heady as the Hoppy brew
The smell upon the place,
And fires of oak and charcoal
Toasted red on every face.
Riven stave stacked high on high
And wood shave underfoot;
With flashing Adze and Draw Knife
Each plank and side was cut.
Another crushing, driving blow
Then mighty lump was stilled,
And cask was set and cask was stacked;
Another to be filled.
What journey now before it lay?
Once filled with mans great prides!
To travel beyond creators dreams
Of rich man’s lands, and lives.
Again did raise the calloused hand,
The lump did blot the eye,
Danced high the spark upon the hoop
Then it, like dreams, did die.
Categories:
adze, philosophychild,
Form: Verse