Sympathy for you,
is that for the devil.
Hidden beyond the river, in the mouth of a god.
a tireless melody
rehearsed without song.
Echo forth, in search,
it finds me.
Kneeled down, wounds concealed
in mud that clings
Magicians step, between natures gold,
tears of the forest,
soundless above the fall of the Earth.
In casted shade, broken shadow of dusk,
my senses tricked
forever tempted, by ancient dance.
secret of ageless alchemist,
antidote to deceivers curse,
flows over lovers palms, through marked destiny,
branded by sun, obeyed by moonlight,
before a silhouette.
I offer to you.
I finally motivated myself to take part in a word prompt, just uh, a little late (this is from Tuesday). The prompt “sympathy” is from the blog The Daily Post. Is this a blog? Or wordpress witchcraftery? Not sure! I’m following it either way.
I might write another post deconstructing the poem and talking about how each part is relevant. However, poetry is supposed to be whatever is made of it by the reader, and with that in mind, I might not. The only reason I guess I’d do it would be from a writer to writer perspective. The workings out like in maths, so to speak.
The cards in the picture are from the incredibly (and I mean incredibly) beautiful Shadowscapes Tarot Deck.
I hope you enjoyed this.
As always, thank you for reading!