Erin Thomas

(Riverside, California)

Legacy


an essence rises from the land into our spirits
    a touch like the raven's down dispersed on a maiden flight
        that permeates our souls with an otherworldly memory

            in one ear seethes resentment deep and bitter
        reflections of a suffering long endured
    and in the other burns remorse as sour


this land is an amalgam of disembodied psyches
    its rivers and rocks infused with their enigmatic drift
        an essence rises from the land into our spirits

            as one hand grips a wound too deep to bear
        the other twists a blade that lightly glimmers
    reflections of a suffering long endured


we drink of water filled with transcendental engrams
    a sense emerges in all who share in its natural course
        that permeates our souls with an otherworldly memory

            as one arm holds a steady hand for moments
        and all the warriors freeze in sober pause
    the other twists a blade that lightly glimmers


like sea-mist on the wind our minds are touched by phantoms
    immersed in their love and hate—a plight we cannot escape
        an essence rises from the land into our spirits

            one eye sees arrows pierce men to their rest
        another watches bullets drop their targets
    and all the warriors freeze in sober pause


the waking world is brim with long forgotten relics
    their shapes reduced to the dust we breathe from the fragrant air
        that permeates our souls with an otherworldly memory

            one hero's war-lance slaughters human objects
        the rage that sent it warm upon the blood
    another watches bullets drop their targets


all ancestries are fused in our subconscious insights
    we dream their atrocities—their advances and retreats
        an essence rises from the land into our spirits
            that permeates our souls with an otherworldly memory

                each side is long remembered in our veins
            in one ear seethes resentment deep and bitter
        the rage that sent it warm upon the blood
    and in the other burns remorse as sour

Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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Completed March 14,2005.
Published in Blackmail Press in the Spring of 2006.


This is a hybridanelle poem, which interlaces the stanzaic components of the villanelle and terzanelle poetry forms.

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