host of seraphim

host of seraphim

A Poem by Raven Starhawk

Host of Seraphim

Wake the sleeping giant whose name salutes the Serpent

As secret losers ride the lightning

Spawned by a miracle man

With her ghost in the fog

And memories like decaying fruit

How fortunate the man without none

No desert song to sing

No voice to spin tales

And in the end death

© 2013 Raven Starhawk

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your imagery is very intense- great poem!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Yes...who wants memories...?
I don't...neither the sweet or the bitter...because you can't hold them in your hands! Better death and oblivion!

I loved it Raven!

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on January 16, 2013
Last Updated on January 16, 2013
Tags: confusion, famine, death, angst, murder, suicide, abstract, freestyle, freeverse