A pale taste,
the sharp burn of empty
bowing at the worship steps
descended by a goddess
wrapped in a gown of uranium
The weak are broken
melted by a scoundrel sun
the warriors of rulers
unite in tandem
They demand
the pendulum swing
back to order
Somewhere, a gavel falls
on laws that wreck and divide
the masses hope the goddess
borrows from her softer side
and that she masters quickly
that capricious ear
least they might leave this world
unscathed
Until then,
there is isolation
without comfort
and silence
to lull the terror
So intense, Lana. An apocalyptic warning full of powerful words. Love it.
Thanks Diana! I might have been a tad bit carried away…just a tad ;-D
Really? Ha ha. I love the intensity. Sometimes you just gotta roar!
Oh, indeed, a very powerful poem , a prophecy…so timely. Wonderful, L.T.
Thank you, Holly, for the very gracious compliment 😀
Ominous!
Yes indeed. ..
I’m with Marissa! Ominous was also my feeling – and distressed!
Yes it is a bit, (political overtones), I’m a bit obsessed, but every day it seems, there is more horrific news.
I know, I feel for you all! I can’t read or listen to it any more…. too much evil whips the joy out of you!
Well said, Pauline!
Lana, wow! This is extremely powerful writing; dark and foreboding. I wonder where your thoughts were when writing this?
Ah, Annika, it seems I’m in a political rut. Everyday there seems to b e a new horror unfolding. I got this particular idea by reading a poet on The Best American Poetry who wrote a series of poems titled: Dear Mel___ia. I’ll let you fill in those blanks. He wasn’t as apocalyptic as I was, ha ha 😀
I initially and mistakenly read the opening line as ‘a pale ale taste’ and was drawn into a nightmare world where last orders had been called too early…
I benefitted from a re read.
Great work, LT 🙂
Oh goodness forbid that anyone be stuck with stale or pale ale! Thank you so much, Phil. Hopefully I didn’t scare you with the apocalypse, and hopefully you will return again.
Oh it’ll take more than an apocalypse to stop me reading your fine writing, LT 🙂
Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
Thank you Penney!
Thank YOU foe a GREAT Blog
Are you still feeling the effects of the election, my friend?? ‘Tis an “illness” that seems to be going around, you know. Rest up and know this, too, shall pass!
Yes, Debbie, sadly I am. It just seems like there is a new horror to deal with every day. It may be a long four years for me..
“Until then, / there is isolation / without comfort / and silence / to lull the terror” Wow! A powerful ending to a powerful statement. A long 4 years for me too, Lana. 🙂
Yep, I know, Joan. We will make it…hope springs eternal. 😀
Wonderfully expressed, Lana. I think you are not alone there! Hope you’ll have better days… 🙂
Yes for sure, I’m not the only one, Iris. I try not to let it get me down, writing it out surely helps. Brighter days will come. I hope you are having a lovely week 😀
You too, enjoy your weekend, Lana! 😃
One is never quite comfortable when facing judgement. Good emotional write on this feeling.
Very true, Dee. Thank you for reading and for the kind comment. Have a great week!
Ominous yet beautiful. 🙂
Thanks Debby!
🙂
This is just an awesome piece of dark visionary poetry, Lana! I love the lines “wrapped in a gown of uranium” and the last one “…without comfort and silence to lull the terror”. The feelings your words evoke are both in equal share: fascination and terror! 🙂
Thank you so much, Sarah. I’ve been in a dark place with the new direction this country is headed…and I’m sure a lot of other people all over the world are concerned also. Fascination and terror sums it up well 😀
There are many people who share your concerns and your feelings, especially in Germany, and I´m one of them, Lana. It´s like heading into the unknown with a blackened helmet on and an eclipse to top it!