COLOURS OF LIFE
Umber is the colour of the ferny bracken heath
Broken fronds dishevelled and unkempt
Flaxen is the dry grass laid by wind in tousled sheaf
Sanguine, woodland floor with leaves, life spent
Thus are the groundlings of this changing
land
In winter landscape rough and unrefined
While trees, sylvan patricians tall now stand
Aloof in naked elegance designed
Inequity abounds throughout life’s drama
That some deplore and protest at this end
But would you not accept outcome of karma
When each play you’d select what to pretend
In form and shade profuse life forms abound
And vary without pause throughout the seasons
Their changes though predicted yet astound
Excite a wonder, give existence reason
Categories:
groundlings, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Beautiful Ones
Aloft in the steam, they look like Eagles.
Perched now on the edge of the bowl,
proud courtesies peck the kind and meek
with true meanings and Premier trophies.
Unprecedented vanity creates illusion
with self appointed monarchs.
Court jesters perform a merry dance
patronizing peasants.
Draws the gaze towards the stage,
demands the ‘groundlings’ awe.
Under their script, the knees bend
as truth is removed by deleted scenes.
Kings and queens laugh sadistically
offering a standing ovation, but
festivities are interrupted abruptly,
as valiant knights rebel against oppression.
Disrobed, their crowns become
spears through the sternum’s shield,
impales hearts that only bleed
weak fallacies and pretentious devices.
As their guise becomes clear,
anemic vultures are revealed.
Perched upon a bowl of blood,
anticipating their next persecution.
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A collaboration with Silent One
Inspired by the Globe Theatre
05.16.16
Categories:
groundlings, abuse, anger, hate, hurt,
Form: Free verse