Only one more day to go. Today’s prompt got us working hard - http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-29/ We had to use twenty little projects in one poem. It made for a quirky and interesting dialogue.
This town is an Island of Glass. The angle of
incidence equals the angle of reflection with an
echo of frankincense legends. The taste of our
heritage, no more than claret wine spilt on the
altar. A stain that even Joseph, with his Aramaic
descent would not permit. He would shatter the
illusion; reveal the truth. This town is an island
of chaos. The ubiquitous temple of pandemonium.
It’s not even an island. Nor plim ti gripes and bens.
Yet the waters rise only to startle our eyes with
weeping for a memory long gone. Tales of Dee,
an apple-squire and a plum cheeked wench.
And if ‘those feet’ walk over water to this
mountain green, would theyrush to the market
place? Fill bags with prayer flags, crystals,
sheepskins and slippers? Not even Medusa
can transmute profit’s bane. Turning stone to
silver until the dragons rise up in dissent to
reinstate sovereignty. A soundless clarion
to build heaven on earth. At least to realise
it’s here. It is a wise man who stands in the
wildness of his conviction and gives no
master the key to his immortality. Nor
the gnosis to immanentize the eschaton.
A grail talks to those who are worthy.
Shattered fragments reveal a reflection
of sorts, a sword calls us to remembrance.
Lisa Goodwin – 28th May