Bleeding over Centuries

Bleeding over Centuries

 

 

you had a proclivity towards me

your own risque leaning

risk be damned

 

my spontaneous castle

moated, bloated, floated

indelible

like impenetrable ink

a poet's armor

 

the Merrimac and the Monitor

knight in Civil War with his own heart

Medieval confusion, North, South

 

seceding emotion

it's a cold war

 

choice of weapons

you never had a chance

 

a wounded soldier is dangerous.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/29/2020 

Reviews

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

The castle moated, bloated and floated seemed impenetrable but the chaos and confusion still made their way in with the war. Love is like that. Everything about it feels ages old, even its conflicts. Seceding emotions and coldness is a coping strategy, I feel. I do fear how dangerous we become when wounded. The opponent has little chance of picking up a weapon!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Wounded Water Buffalos are so dangerous...maybe wounded humans even more so.
thank you for your words, Ditzy.
j.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Absolutely my friend!
You're so welcome 😊

[Chris Shaw]

Love the metaphor here Jacob. Knights of the round table, the battles and castles, favourite stories when I was a child. Absolutely loved King Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere. This knight in this poem has been badly wounded in the battle of the heart. Heart is a weary survivor, still suffering from conflicts of the past. He is unlikely to forget it and for that reason he remains dangerous. I reckon new armour could be impenetrable. I wonder here whether the heart can be reached. I think it is well and truly protected.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's in there somewhere, Chris...hearts hide well.
thank you for your visit and kind review.
j.

[h d e rushin]

"my spontaneous castle
moated, bloated, floated
indelible
like impenetrable ink
a poet's armor"

there is so much to explore in this stanza my friend. Perhaps the quick angle of sensibility. Or perhaps just the phenomena of "Castle" as impediment, obtruding ones own voice without warrant or request. (A wounded poet is also dangerous). This is such confident writing jacob....beautiful....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, dana.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

A knight in rusted armor ... or rusty amour ... can be most dangerous with a wounded heart.
Does love go north or does it go south ... depends on whether the knight is down in the mouth.
Civil wars of the heart are best fought under cover.
The weapon of choice could be cold steel filling the air at Hampton Roads ... or cold stares striking the tin sides of the knight's ardor.
Either way the clanging would drive him crazy.

Good one j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Absolutely true, Ted, thank you for your understanding review.
j.

[barleygirl]

Your poem brings to mind how some look back at the madness thru-out history in order to feel a little less crazy about the madness of our present moment. But instead of cheering me up, looking back depresses me & makes me even feel less warm & fuzzy about the human tendencies of the ages (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

right now, looking back, looking forward and looking at the right now...no one of those is a good choice...
what a dilemma...
thank you,
j.

[Ruth]

Your poetry is a story in itself, title, metaphor, imagery, emotion etc- just a full circle excellence...those wounded know how to survive as the saying goes and the castles do serve a purpose at times...great imagery in this Jacob :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Ruth,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sounds as if the knight in this piece has fallen once in battle and now resists the advances of the princess as he takes refuge behind the battlements!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, it is like that...thank you, John,
j.