safe in ignorance,
silver-scaled serpent, slumbers
in his snow clad nest,
overhead his nemesis,
pennant raised, prepares his lance
We sit before the screen, our eyes intent. A soothing voice, as familiar to the viewer as their own is guiding the scene; explaining the misty grey image. We make out the lumbering shapes and follow their glowing white tusks as they pick their way delicately over the rocks into the cave mouth. A journey repeated many times over the millennia and now diminishing with the shrinkage of the herds. The craving for salt that can never be extinguished.
nose to tail they climb,
with matriarch in the van
the herd in pursuit
Across the wide sound,
dark ripples stirred to motion,
storm winds approaching
Rope around her waist
they will test her by the swim,
please don’t let her float.
Veined, mauve trumpets sound
a clarion call to bees.
Life in harmony.
At nine o’clock Joshua stirred. Feeling apprehensive about the coming battle he walked out to take one more look at the recalcitrant city. His army, having been camped in their siege positions outside the walls were becoming restless and many were now unsure if they were strong enough to defeat their mighty foe.
He was the only one with true faith and so far they had been unquestioning of his power but he suspected that his officers and men were becoming bored with the inactivity. He stood lonely, leaning upon his staff, gazing silently at the towering walls. The mighty walls of Jericho whose stalwart defenders had so far resisted any efforts to induce them out from the safety of their fortress, secure in the knowledge that the walls had never before been breached.
Lights glowed at every window and he imagined the citizens, although nervous, going about their business unperturbed by the shadowy danger that lurked in the night. They felt sure of their ability to withstand any length of siege and would not risk leaving the city to join in battle with the enemy.
Joshua turned and slowly walked back to his tent. With a half-smile he decided to sacrifice and pray to his one God. He knew that the answer would come to him before daybreak.
Hear a peacock scream
upon losing a feather,
mourning lost beauty
Around the table
the Olympians gathered,
Zeus took up the dice,
to them ‘‘t’was just a pastime,
for Troy it could mean peril.
Glass dipped in sugar
a touch of bitter spirit
just sip and enjoy
Embrace your unrestricted nature and surrender your soul to the power of the invincible…
POETRY, ASSORTED QUOTATIONS, ETC...
Kevin Morris poet
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