plague of love, to gain the prize, there's risk Options

[Guest_circumsolar_*]

plague of love



a morbid infection
this strange-plague of love
an icy inflection
a poisonous glove
draws cold-fire fingers
across a dark heart
it conspires and lingers
right from the start

(and in the belly of
the sleeping python's lair
doubts they slide brownly on
dead leaves of sepia care)

it's a question of wavelength
spanning the void
a question of mind strength
and how best to avoid
the shape of the problem
hawking low on taut wings
that makes each of us beggars
crouched in our silken tunnels
not kings

and when the golden paw
purrs over the moss
I'm left shivered and thigh-sore
and falling across

the space into half-sleep
on pale moody eyes
the shade of pale sherry
soul-piercing and lit by

a fragile chip of moon
in a sky barred with gold
destiny come soon
these emotional tides I can't hold

level the red earth
the strange islands stroked
by cloud-shadows birthing
the stoking of fears that might choke me

gather religiously
all sons and daughters
converging explicitly
crumple introspective waters

burst from the depths
on a white rose of foam
on a white chain of moonlight
roll and curl towards faith-flown

evaporate -- on a fine haze of heat
feel the glaze -- of this fantasy dawning
sparkle like -- a dust particle floating
you're chancing the burn -- that'll strike without warning

and it just might leave you drifting
(on down)
to the resolute rocks
(on down)
and it just might leave you gifting
the ashen-air of aftershock

and it's a question of wavelength
spanning the void
a question of mind-strength
and how best to avoid
the shape of the problem
hawking low on taut wings
that makes each of us beggars
when you know that we'd rather be kings

it's a question of wavelength
spanning the void
a question of mindstrength
and how best to avoid
the shape of the problem.

[Guest_Nina_*]

Hi Jan

As James said, you have used some wonderfu imagery.  What I like about the poem is how you look at the fears and insecurities, that plague us rather than the rose-coloured glasses view.

My favourite line:

and it's a question of wavelength
spanning the void

though I too love the sensuality of the golden paw on moss.

Thanks for the read

Nina