And the beasts, cast down from levels of heaven,
held conclave in stitched fog,
sewn by careless witches
dealing in yarn, with no regard for pattern
nor placement.
Needles sharp, fingers bled rose petals
into beasts' paws,
and God saw 'beginning' in this.
Where had such beauty gone amiss, when?
Surely not His Garden,
where snakes never ventured flowers,
Eve bearing the brunt for mankind,
before birthed.
Witches cackled, knowing their mistakes timely,
misdeeds approved,
gore, the forerunner of cycles.
As ever.
Blooded beginnings.
Rosed dawns.
nicely penned.with nice topic. you are right.god sees begining in sabotage or all of us.and this is the fact.really the creations are unknown and remain unknown.so poetic.i love it. muchas gracias for sharing~nb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
elys, some of this seemed obvious to me....its meaning i mean. a lot of it was over my head or something! but i liked it...i think. yeah, it's nice to have a woman to blame. and was god a man or woman? must have been a woman! ! bri