Once upon a crystal ball in splendor
Well within the confines of the tent
Where light is not your friend
Slender fingers of the gorgeous girl
Using only wavering motions
Hover just above the glowing orb
Conjuring up the future from the past
By simply trembling into a formal trance
When the gypsy opens up her blazing eyes
Filled with wisdom from the ages left behind
She speaks in a crabby crackly voice
That of an old witch we wish we didn’t know
And tells you what you want to know
Gypsy places a warm hand upon your face
Holds out the other palm up in front of you
Says, “That will be one dollar!” as she gazes
Not into the future but at the entrance way
And hollers, “Next!”
Categories:
wilds, abuse, business, corruption, magic,
Form: Free verse
They shall be mine, saith the Lord of hosts,
in that day when I make up my jewels (Mal. 3:17).
You combed the wide forlorn Wilds,
up the mountains, down the valleys.
You burrowed the rocks, searching
for a glint of your lost treasure.
You spotted a piece, a rusted piece
like a stone, a gem, marred out of form:
all grime, all dust, all filth. You saw
the hidden spark in the inert piece.
The smile on your face flashed
a trace of love long lost. Yes, lost
but not forgotten, but burned in
the heart, bubbling.
You made for the refiner's fire.
No, the fuller's field, till at the furnace
of love did the cleansing blood flow;
washed and burnished, a sparkle!
Here I am, yours alone:
a jewel lost in the Wilds,
restored in the furnace of love.
I cuddle in your bosom—free.
© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi
Categories:
wilds, christian,
Form: Free verse
Winter Wilds
Calm down the forest greens
Branchless trees stripped bare
Torn apart by weight
Broken limbs by seasons ice
Coupled with sinister wind
Blown away are the leaves and twigs
Tall trunks stand naked on the tundra
Wild, vast distances exposed
Clouds gather birds, insects with lost shelters, homes
No place to hide below their grayness
Placed on hold in cold solitude
What remains is in a frozen grip of winter
Why, whispers through the barrens sound
Winter stumps left standing all alone
The ground seems more solid under snow
Soft crunching underfoot is heard
Categories:
wilds, change, image, life, lonely,
Form: Free verse
Stranded on a deserted isle
your coconut friends stood by
but floated away in the storm
you sought a cave as a dorm
from the flux. You were left in rags
and after many years your eyes' heart in sags.
Those whom you've always thought would be there
have left you unbeknownst in the silent night.
You have become a bear in these wilds
for none to truly be your companion dare
for savage is your path and untamed;
You shall know of war and of death his name.
Your path is full of misery and dispair
yet you as a good solder you still march on
with a smile on your face,
for in the end you will have won.
Categories:
wilds, nature, voyage, war,
Form: Epic