Meta Poets Banquet~

~ode to great metaphysical poets of centuries flipped~

Mr. Chapman threw the day's cloth

embroidered in tropical mirth

across the shimmering table

which

in fact

was perplexed wood

having been carved of a widow's bones

 

Mr. Donne insisted I refer to him as John

since I was kind enough to pull him from the bars of Fleet

into a 21st century banquet laid out in a Hogan of red mud

at the base of Canyon de Chelly

he tipped his hat

recited erotic interludes like the hips of America

 

George, though an Anglican priest was open to sensual thought

to comparisons between the lustrous  act of sex

and the radiant act of worship

laying out the gold rimmed china

he bent into a carving on his bed of death

and winked,

saying

"Its bark is worse than its bite, but they got it wrong and individualized it."

 

Marvell poured the tea in white ruffles

dark eyes mischievous as he caressed the skin between my hip huggers

and lace chemise

"Bold, green eyed demoness, the embodiment of coy mistress."  he winked,

and asked,  "Sugar?"

 

Sir Robert shook his head over cranberry cream and truffles

Topcliffe's acts of intimate violence against Anne a stain of betrayal

still like a lump of coal in the pit of his soul

I reached into his tortured scars from  hundreds of years ago

to pull him back to grace

while a satellite bumped against the atmosphere

 

"Thomas Traherne."  he bowed and folded into electricity

poured lotus tea infused with jasmine into my cup

a smile at the corner of his mouth

"Seductress," he said, "are we here to be seduced away from god?"

and my laugh struck an innocent chord in the chambers of his dead heart

 

I was most induced to adoration by Henry Vaughn

his dark swan a shadow on his lapel

the river Usk

in the notations

in intonations of his vibrant vocal chords

which he recited

towards the end of the meal

from the Hermetical Physics

as, riveted

I spied both jubilation

as well as disconcert  from the meta ghosts

 

Through the night I walked from chair to chair

kissed the bitter tang of conspiracy and tragedy from Chapman

swallowed fifty sermon wafers from John's uncertain lips

stole the Altar from George's pocket with glee while he, patient,

simply abided my sinner soul

Marvell was more than willing

to expunge his pastoral style

for my surreal coils around his throat

Saint Sir Robert raised his cup

to my recitation of his Marie Magdalens Funeral Teares

though he admitted

never did he think it would be embraced by a demon's child

Thomas leaned into my fingers as they unwound his collar,

"Teach me about sin."  I whispered

my fragrant bent of sacrilege against the quiver of his chest

but it was Henry took the challenge

of undying the best

unwinding and pressing me

between the lock

and the door of the chemist's key, he said

"I get you, so I get you."

and I smiled and swallowed him whole

there under the open roof of a hogan

in Canyon De Chelly

with a thousand stars in the epic sky

while a wild mustang named Pete stuck his head through the open doorway

wondering if there were any scraps left

to be had

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~ode to metaphysical poets of centuries flipped through an inverted hourglass~

Reviews

[dovetailer]

but it was Henry took the challenge
of undying the best
unwinding and pressing me
between the lock
and the door of the chemist's key, he said
"I get you, so I get you."

You can imagine why I love this portion more than I love the rest...
all you poems are such a maelstrom of rich imagery and mystery...

these poets have nothing on you, my dear...
but as much as we try to understand our beginning and our endings...
it's all a crap shoot...
think how boring life would be if we understood everything...
We'll all know soon enough...

Your usual fare...spellbinding...

[FireWoman]

*Holding my breath until my copy comes*

I can not wait to read more of you Ess! This is reminiscent of a dream filled with craziness and dusted with truth. Loved it!!

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Very interesting work..I have not read these authors but you entice me to do so...Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Sara

[alan peter kelly]

reading each work...as each new exposure unfurls as something exquisite and alien to my now (it appears) all too simple mind...i feel as one who has wasted all his time in climbing arduously up a high / steep and unrelenting rock face to a plataeu only to view a thousand gruelling climbs to find my literary shangrila and i shall most probably expire before it is finally discovered...like seeking heaven via Babel and all the while living in every level of hell...and in the end...being scattered like a baby snake / babbling incoherently after birth has taken place...

[Pax Analog]

Ah-hah-hah-hah!

'"I get you, so I get you.'/and I smiled and swallowed him whole/there under the open roof of a hogan/in Canyon De Chelly/with a thousand stars in the epic sky/while a wild mustang named Pete stuck his head through the open doorway/wondering if there were any scraps left/to be had"

Darling femme daimon Selene adds deadly jouissance to what waves of new-made poets have been doing to what went before for all time. The psi-fires of rhetorical reconstruction forge new psyches, all-devourers of yesterday's mannered lyricisms and such. Whatever endures has enough depth and span to survive the scythes of diamond temporics.

Preceding the great engorging, turned from erotica to cannibalism by its thoroughness: "I was most induced to adoration by Henry Vaughn/his dark swan a shadow on his lapel/the river Usk/in the notations/in intonations of his vibrant vocal chords/which he recited/towards the end of the meal/from the Hermetical Physics/as, riveted/I spied both jubilation/as well as disconcert from the meta ghosts"

And so Selene's "dessert" was a tribute to her favorite, and the poets of the banquet, so wittily conveying how we feast on what sustains us. . .

Meanwhile, Pete drummed up innovative "ruptures of the line" w/untrammeled mustang hoofbeat mojo. . .

[...]

. immensely surreal ... and the near gothic whiff in the air of this write ... makes it all the more mesmerizing and enchanting ... your spells are so potent ... they buzz and the spin ... and the narrative is sheer magic ... it feels like you were reciting the words ... slowly but with a lot of spunk ...

[luciddreamer]

Wow I'm so glad I took some time to finally start reading some of your work...I will not try to pretend to understand all you write, for I am not that smart, but I will say what I do understand brings about emotions I cant seem, at times ,to reign in:)

[kissme]

I loved it

[Brad]

right side up? upside down? tis you wearing the crown and i, my dear, am wearing this frown.

but i likey :) conversational with a string rhythm

[Maurice]

I always enjoy reading your poems. You always amaze me.