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Vio

Vio

Member Since 16 Jan 2010
Offline Last Active Dec 07 2018 05:02 AM

#5313013 Poem - Solace

Posted by Vio on 02 October 2012 - 12:09 AM

English literature classes persuaded me to write a poem. The title has no relation to the clan.

Solace

At the end of my garden where the grass grows untamed
There is a little picket fence
Moss-covered wood, tormented by years of rain and snow
The vines curl upon the fading white paint
And a little swinging gate
Who lets no one but me pass into the shadows

And if you walk long enough, you’ll find the glade
Where towering willow trees stand strong and silent
Their tendrils drape undisturbed

In the early autumn afternoon, with no wind nor rain
The cyan of the glade calls to me
I rest my head upon the bark of a willow tree
And listen intently as silence speaks its wisdom

A mushroom sits alone near my hand
Somewhere beneath, in the depths and darkness of the earth
Lie the decayed bones of someone I never knew
Who was called to the glade just as I
Maybe an aeon ago

I wonder if the trees spoke to her too
If they told her to find the stream
And into it pour her golden nectar
To watch it glisten in the light as it runs over the rocks
Illuminating her face as she smiles

Then the years went by
And what was once her magnificence now rests in silence and death
She was a ghost, a memory that I never knew
There are millions of mushrooms in the glade
Far too many for me to count

You still ask me why I spend my time with the owls
Why I choose to stare deep into the eyes of the Beast
In fascination
Why I do not barter the devouring of my flesh for a brief moment of ecstasy
Better to let Her feast on the dogs
And ignore me as I pass on by, Her appetite is satisfied

The rats are content with their sewers
They never speak of better life
Never try and fight for the surface
Never flee from their darkness and damp

I watch the young lads in their overalls
As they scurry about the harbour
Tending to the ship that takes our brothers overseas
To suffer pain and death for some greater good
They paint the union jack upon the bow
Glorification of this grand coffin


#5043165 [07] The Wilderness Guardians - 70+

Posted by Vio on 03 October 2011 - 08:12 AM

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