My drawing with ink
Not Crystal one, not Mayan or Aztec
origins.
I drew it with ink.
He’s staring in my soul, as if asking
for the candy,
a special one, ‘Monpasie’, (called in a
honor
of the Duchess of Montpensier, for the novels
of Duma); we
enjoyed them while were watching
cartoons in a little movie theatre, not knowing
that
sweets – harmful… though we never could overeat…
Resting skull! As if it able to do
something else…
what if it could...
In the cell’s memory black ink
attack…blows…
Ammunition has arrived, a train after
train.
This is not within his power to stop
them,
to pretend – no reason to fight… .
He stands tall to deliver, to hold, to
support
the ordnance until everything...
slows... down,
sounds – not real, like in the silent
movie...
a sudden explOsion…
echoing
voice of commander:
“Lie down!”
As if into invisible wall, bombshell
dust,
stirred with a fright, - forever
absorbed through
skin pores...
Eyes’ sockets, have known hot tears,
injustice,
fullness of feelings, cooled down and
dried,
seem found long-awaited peace, and only the
string of sleighs with kids enlivens their ghostly
soaring, reflected in the crystal ball of time.
string of sleighs with kids enlivens their ghostly
soaring, reflected in the crystal ball of time.
Time – squeezed etheric essence, impales
millennium matrix. Sometimes trapped in hard
to
crack small candy, it’s
slowly dissolving in
the cauldron of reality…
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The skull has been through much indeed, nice progression through its features
ReplyDeleteSkull with all its macabre leanings. Very well put. It gives full impact to the creepy feel! Nicely humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank
what an intriguing bit of imagery....from the skull to the sled of kids bringing light to it...to the candy there in the end...and interesting journey....
ReplyDeleteVery intriguing...all the aspects and traits of this skull...and the memory of what once was...interesting indeed.
ReplyDeleteFilled with a lot of vivid imagery. A complex and meaningful poem! I like 'the crystal ball of time' and 'the caudron of reality.'
ReplyDeleteAs said above the progression from the skull to the kids candy... nice.... a little bit trick or treat with real depth...
ReplyDeleteI know that cauldron of reality! I too like your trick or treat~
ReplyDeleteI love the black ink attack~
The candy, the event, the melting of the injustice of it all into reality--whew! I wonder what/how you might write differently about this man today?
ReplyDeleteAlmost a sensory overload of confusion, fear and bitter dose of reality.
ReplyDeleteThat's the same sense I had...the sensory overload...almost as a fast-forward look though the skull of mankind. I live the pov you bring!
ReplyDeleteI was most struck by the eyes that have known hot tears, injustice, then found peace and, it seems, joy through his children after all he had seen. A powerful write, humbird.
ReplyDeleteHere Hamlet would say "Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him Horatio...". Whatever lives we have all is turned to dust, unless we hold on a little in our writing!
ReplyDeleteMankind holds history in his bones... although memory fades in us that are living.
ReplyDeleteAn excellent interpretation of the prompt.
Anna :o]
i like the emotions involved in the journey from darkness to light, from complexity to simplicity...
ReplyDeleteI love the candy filled skull...it tells a rich story xo
ReplyDeleteyes, i echo Brian's take on this piece. interesting. this reminds me of those crystal skulls that no one knows where they came from but strewn in different parts of the planet possibly left by 'aliens'.
ReplyDeletegracias