There is a
god
not The God
but
worshipped
nonetheless
"...as
we bow low
and break
our brittle bones
and grind
them with our bread
let us give
thanks
"As we
walk across the sand
as we crawl
over the mountain
as we
eviscerate the sacrificial lambs
let us give
thanks
"As we
flagellate our bodies
and fill
our minds with sweet opiates
and
forgetfulness
let us give
thanks..."
Yes, there
is a god
wealthy
beyond compare
powerful
beyond knowing-
so bow
and scrape
and worship
and shun
the unbelievers
for your
god is mightier than mine
a physical
presence
a rod, a
cage, a red hot poker
no son, but
a soft white daughter
to feed
your intoxicated soul
I must be
the evil queen
to hate her
so,
let me pick
up the burning slippers
and dance.
A. J. Ponder
All right - was going through a hundred and one poems to try and find some work on Eastbourne - there's surprisingly little in my collection - mostly just the beach poems or complaining that I'm too busy for the beach. It's quite sad really. So is the fact that I have a fairy tale portal and still don't have all my fairy tale poems up. Not that this is so much your traditional Grimm's version, but a little sidestep away from the traditional poison apple. Think of it, if you will, as a rail against the worship of the artificial prettiness so prevalent in modern tales, after all that is as true as anything else.
...BTW this is my hundredth post. I'm now an old hand with over 13,000 views, . It must be almost time for a break :) My most popular poem is still "Sex Sells" - which does rather prove the aphorism I guess. Also I'm rather pleased the rather traditional "Stolen Time" has hit the top ten. I'm hoping this means that others also like the rather deadly romance of fairy-tale poetry, where dancing is not always the harmless occupation one might think - and even songs and sight are dangerous...
A.J. Ponder
A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores
