Celtic winter rebellion
Bare mountain littered with flesh shredding shrieks.A four-armed deity hurls her whirling opal scythe
Like a banished comet, into gray frost which armors
Dark trees twisted like writhing gorgons,
A wounded Medusa met with white mirror.
Soil entranced by hallucinogenic cold
Neglecting life, Emerald towers bow
And wither in drought, cadavers lay
In the dry embrace of a Celtic winter Queen
Her scimitar teeth, white citadels on a crimson hill.
And then, there is rebellion!
Ambiguous fury at first,
Stern Apollo's overthrow
In minute, cautious footsteps,
Softly shaking
The petrified oaks awake,
Equinox exiling an army
Of darkness one peon
At a time.
Overthrow -
Queen hung on the
Long noose of change-
Succeeded by benevolent
Spring
Poetry by Lazarus Knix
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Written on 2010-01-03 at 03:35
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