Waxen Wings

This one was writte in honor of and emulating Selene's walking with the gods prose poetic pieces. Excuse the rushed quality, I was stumped for an idea, had to do most of it during lunch to be on time

You were There 

in the beginning 

clouds in your eyes 

and stars falling from your head 

I was Whole and Parts 

and more than the sum of both 

and You were There 

I stood beside You 

with sunset hair 

wearing living rainbow vestments 

while I tried on Your gift, waxen wings 

and to the sky We rose 

with tambourine laughter 

all day and all night 

We truly Were 

Then You brought Them 

both of them insipid on the surface, 

but beneath, boiled failure and grandeur 

in a puerile stew 

and nothing was the same 

You were charmed 

even as they betrayed 

You were enthralled 

even as they warped Your words 

and You forgave 

Here I stand now, 

mere parts, not whole 

twilight hair hanging disheveled 

on melted glacier vestments 

my one possession, 

a pair of waxen wings 

that I stretch and flex 

prepping for the last flight 

At first I dance the wind to a forlorn dirge, 

slow sweeps passing inches from the ground 

but soon memory takes lead 

and I dance the Grand Waltz 

would that Your eyes would stray my way 

if I flew higher, then maybe... 

Looking down I watch them slaughter yet another 

and a tear falls from Your eye to flood the plains 

but You are beguiled 

I reach for a star 

and feel wetness on my back 

surely You weep for me 

but all that remains are empty sockets 

where wings once grew 

and the rush of air 

Would that my tears 

could flood the world for me to drown 

alas, not to be

And so I fall... 

And so I fall.

Author's Note

Okay, I know I'm going to catch hell for this one (pun intended) I am not trying to go after Anyones beliefs here. But there are always two sides to every story.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

do you know what this reminds me of~ in part it takes me back to Shabola and Asrafel~ it's Dacian mythology with which I grew up with~ it tells an altogether different tale of the fall of Lucifer~ because yes there is always two sides to every story~there is this truth and that truth and somewhere between them is the TRUTH~ this is stunning work on a poetic level~ a deep driving soul shake on the deeper human levels~ I can't tell you just how much this piece of excruciatingly beautiful heartwork penetrates~I guess I'll jave to invent a word for the emotion it elicits . . . .

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

So many unvarnished subtleties in this piece, expertly entwined.
Loved this.

[Nautili]

whoa.....the fall of the "Bright Morning Star" from his perspective? Beguiled by mankind, God siding with man, despite his manipulation and cruelty at times? Hmmm.....Lucifer, not man(in the garden, at least,) was the beguiler, in my estimation of things. But creative, i love the waxen wings ( I presume he tried to fly too close to the sun) and the empty sockets when you were talking about God weeping in the line before (play on eye and wing sockets simultaneously). Ohhhh..a bit out of my comfort zone, sympathy for the devil himself, but masterfully written, nonetheless.

[Dante Balsote]

Oh, no. I'm experiencing the same feeling of catching hell. :/

[Michael of Gilead]

Yeah, sure, right off i felt this was rushed.....geesh

I wish i could throw something like this together...maybe i need more pressure..lol

[SilentVerses]

A beautiful rendition of an emotion lost beneath tides of rhythm that beat to a stuttering heart of misunderstandings, falling beneath the tail of a despair to find that failure is what defines you as you can no longer pick yourself, focusing so much on the pain below you around you, surrounding you that when the time comes to move on you find you have been submerged by what you knew to be wrong. A passionate tale that moves languidly beneath a pregnant moon of lies blotting out the stars.

[Larry Dyson]

Devils' Advocate?;>p

[Hatchling]

This amazing!!!! Good work!!

[Kes]

Whoa. Damn, that was cool.
You've a way with words, clearly. :)
Great work as usual, interesting topic; thanks for sharing.

[emmajoy]

The poem's written with zest and power, grips attention, aims words like bullets into the mind; most of all there's beauty in your intentions, subject matter to some extent turned aside, the poet shines brilliantly, ' .. would that Your eyes would stray my way ~ if I flew higher, then maybe... ' And yes, two sides to every story, like it or not; however, this is a literary site not a theological one .. we can read or turn away. Fine, fine writing.

[billie peach]

I always seem to be amazed by your works and the meaning entwined in each of them.