As with all preludes
there is much mummery and mockery,
a delirious glee to be
just below the overhanging wave,
yet dry enough to prance
and mimic the oncoming monster.
Now the windowpane is dampened
by a stupor of uprooted clouds,
if you touch its cold bare face
a crushed lambency drains into fingertips,
like sand through an hourglass.
The sky has been secretly smoking,
it has now rubbed the earth
with a last glowing stub.
The cabin fire flares as the generator
coughs up stutters of apprehension.
“It’s going to be a big one,”
proclaims the sequestered voice
of a wind-up radio;
a nervous twist in the sudden hush
jangles a teacup.
The prelude is still prepping.
Goats have to bawl first,
The cat must count its fine bones
with each pensive lick.
The ‘far-away’ suddenly jumps at you,
even though you have been watching it
leap across your mind for hours.
The hours themselves have left the stage.
The prologue was overlong,
now the first act has arrived
before its end.
Categories:
mummery, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Malevolent Lover
Black cask of heart
Inbalmed in treacle
And mummery cloth
Your Harem awaits retribution
In this life or the next
No Pyramid nor Coliseum
Or Citadel
Shall prevent you from the Scorned
Lovers cast aside
On which you rode
Paradise is not where Virgin's wait
Rather where your Jury sits
Sat upon the Precipice
Of justice in the afterlife
For that which what you preyed upon
God has made
Judge , Jury and Executioner
Of your wanted disregarding
Of Omega Children
Categories:
mummery, allusion,
Form: Free verse