spirit – Havoc and Consequence

Down in the marrow.
Deep in the bone.
Devils and gods, are looking for homes.
Behind every thought.
Nestled in a lie.
The Light of creation is trying to fly.
Slip out of the house.
And down an overgrown path.
Deep in the forests, where untainted angels laugh.
You’ll see once again,.
A stripped away realm.
Buzzing with dreams among chestnuts and elms.
Take off the world.
That drenches your soul.
Disappear here and grow happy and old.
And I will tell tales,
Of who you once were.
It’ll frighten the children if spoken in whisper.
For the ghosts of you,
Is all that remains.
Your skeleton now dances in light without chains.

30/08/2024 by Mark Ryan Categories: end, fairy tales, treeTags: devils, dying, escape, fairytales, forest, god, life, myth, Old, pixie, poem, Poetry, spirit, tale, trees 8 Comments

The memories had settled, like a layer of dust.
The sediment of life.
All quiet, only snow making a descent to disturb the spirit.
Time washing their feet.
Soaking it in like a golden virus.
Lining the lungs with platinum.
So easy to remain unmoved.
To close the eyes and drift away.
For the birds to lift the life out through the window.
But it was there still.
The pebble in the mind.
The needle in the side.
A notion of incomplete.
A spot of milk on the sideboard of the soul.
The eyelids flutter dustily.
The mouth parts slowly like the red sea.
A miracle come in to being, of a body that moves with hope.
Of a yearning to do, what it still does not know.
Lifting out of the dream.
To do what it was put here to do.
A completion, before it moves on.
And knows what it does not yet know.

17/12/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: dreams, life, soulTags: art, death, dreams, dust, gold, Lazarus, life, living, poem, Poetry, resurrection, snow, soul, spirit 4 Comments

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Dying Day

Lazarus