6 Imix
Red Rhythmic Dragon
I descend at the Height
of Day
Mind awake –
Spirit’s Eye wide open
I find dead my
Maidenhead
The Land of Love
strewn with Bones
Dry white Skeletons
sitting on Stones –
Life decayed and Care
delayed
Turn Landscapes deathly
gray –
Wind blows through Bones –
Sounding moans both
high and low
Torn Remnants of
Delusion
For Years and
Generations
No Family here –
Only Bones
Shame eats the Flesh
of Love
A gaping Maw of
guilty Acts
Consumes the Meat
that might sustain us –
Furies - Harpies
dive
To take the Smile
from smiling Lips –
A Hand too
frightened to caress
Hits hard and hits
again
Hearts break open –
Rage roars red
Hear the Breeze
Blowing on Bones –
Too little
Tenderness too late
Can neither stop the
Wind
Nor alter Fate.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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