Constantine Poem by Daniel Brick
Constantine
OH, the fuss and bother of
Imperial Governance! I farm
that out to my subalterns
in the lower courtyards.
Let them carry that weight,
let them garner the harvest
of taxes and privileges. I rule
from the the sphere of my Gold Throne,
where I sit in glory, arrayed
in silk gowns of the Phoenician
color. Flanked by statues
of my illustrious ancestors,
I stare at a marble walkway
below my throne and follow it
to the distant mausoleum of
my once deified father. Then,
I fix my eyes on the symbol
that commands the roof and
all the space around it.
The sun's ray seeks its presence.
And symbol, eyebeam and sun's ray
ignite in a flash of LIGHT
beneath the aroused sky...
The symbol's eyebeam comes
racing down the walkway, and strikes
the center of my head, flooding
my mind with golden truths. Oh,
so much truth tumbles and rolls
through my mind, I am riveted
to the moment and the place.
This is the glory of being Emperor.
I fix my eyes on the symbol that commands the roof and all the space around it Thoughtful words, nicely narrated it.
You have captured beautifully the the seat, power and glory of Emperor Constantine. You make so real. Thank you.
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An introspection into the mind and thoughts of Emperor Constantine, the well acclaimed king of Constantinople! He didn't allow himself to be bothered by the weight of authority! From the poem I assume, he believed in the policy of decentralization, but at the same time enjoyed his imperial status! Being the first emperor to embrace Christianity, and being a good king, whose mind was full of golden truths, I have heard that he got deified! I doubt if his father enjoyed that status! A poet can always mould a character to his liking..... as poetry is not a piece of history or plain fact! Enjoyed the poem in beautiful fiction!