The Scars of Sweet Paradise

Based on the story of Joan of Arc

The mice gather around the table for cheese and wine.

They talk of the cat’s religion, never discussing the sharpness of her teeth.

The length of her claws, or the deepness of her hunger; instead, they wonder if she’s

Holy and of God.

 

The Fairy Tree is five thousands years old.

Has stood stronger than love and out lived more men than hope.

The children dance around her frame calling upon the queen.

Black immortelles upon her trunk

What thinking was it that leads angels to you?

Whose soul is this? Can I find my love everywhere?

 

The wolves come in the night by the thatched-house roof fires.

The corpses flood the dirt roads, the dying moan in the woods.

Often there are raids, orphans are many.

The men laugh and shout, "A job well done."

Children flee to the forest tripping over neighbors, playmates, teachers,

Brothers, sisters, mommy and daddy.

 

Some say that visions come in two others say one.

First is for sin, a tree in winter, how the soul is lost in death is near.

And the elders will tell you to purge the demon out.

Free the mind and soul of the wicked prince.

Second would be purity of life, summer clad and beautiful, only if your soul is saved

 

What were you thinking when the angel came to you

Under the Fairy Tree head tilted to the light?

Reviews

[Stephen Ownby]

That first stanza is great.

[Mandi D K]

Wow that is amazing.
Well done

[MY]

I like this one a lot :)

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Very nice!