Woodland Stir

Woodland Stir…

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The chariot of Ra revved up to cascade tall

and began its circling across the morning bends

Today, birds caw against the approaching snowfalls

A parrot’s siren summoned towards forsaken ends.

Someone save me, growled the helpless elk in the wood,

The birds cawed loud and louder to a stirring roar

Someone save him the birds yelled, but no one could

These woods a silent causeway ne’er travelled before

 

Copse nymphs snug upon the hollow sycamore stumps

And lady frogs croak longingly towards warty toads

Off lily pads hunting goldfish the water jumps

in the nights be weary for the ghost of Tom Joad.

The fair maidens of open fields caress the glade

Marching upon the sacred ground becoming one

One with her, always her, the pure immortal maid

Freely her children play in Ra’s cascading sun.

 

And so darkness falls, and calls down the chaos loom

As the lunar lord peers his gleaming head about.

His shining children speak aloud and peer unto gloom

as flowering cacti refused at night to sprout

With wolfing kind peered atop the apex rock in packs

and their mouths salivating for the midnight stalk

The craven prey walks wearily and wipes off their tracks,

as wolfing ladies of the woods don their hunting frocks.

 

Woodland ilk beg the sun for a droplet of shine

soliciting Dyaus and Zeus for clarity.

A flash of lightning tickles upon their raging pine.

As bands of red and beige yarn roar for verity

As the jungle king struts with his pride before him

Even the lunar lord and his kin succumb to fright.

But like a fairy tale from Jacob and Wilheim Grimm,

The forest ignites, and withers, from evil blight.

 

A mighty fear dips within the collective soul

And they turn against each other in illusory hate

Frenzy and discord burn bright in the woodland coals

Watchers failed their mission, opening the flood gates

This unknown iniquity crashed with furious waves

And the forest kin became possessed with addiction

Addictions to death and despair, to kill in rage,

to falsify the truth, and squeeze faith with constriction.

 

The truths to the mighty lion no longer exist

The skies wide and the rain fell an acidic mess

Where so the counterfeit king cowers with broken fists

Thus the air fills with treacherous gusts from Cocytus

And from the watering hole appear the giants of yore

Sinners, falsifiers, panders and traitors roam

Titans and Gods of Pantheons raze earth and war

And Simonists try to pay off the Imps for a home.

 

When Chaos looms she yearns for production value

And Satan’s legion shall play part in her puppet show

Behind the clouds a hearty laugh from God seems shallow

but killing one another leads to contentious woes.

And when evils comes its spreads it discontenting wings

And dusts us with rage to blacken the purest of hearts

The hounding hordes of hell grunt and begin to sing

as this pure and gracious forest tears itself apart.

 

Every species, every color of fur, skin and tone

In blood on the door step is Dis, a knock away.

Opened are hearts to darkness and hatred, all alone

Pulled up a chair to Satan’s tale, long it is to stay.

The cowardly lion and the great pack of beasts

None were left on apex rock or the forest mount

And when God sent Death, it was a color-blinded feast

In adversity how the heart reacts is how she counts.

 

Thusly hatred grew and grew to a grand indulgence

And non-issues were forefront and spun illicitly

Like foul cancers the forest died in repugnance

In the watering hole the devil grinned exquisitely.

And so chaos wins, plucking her strings in emptiness

The days of reckoning were always a bit trodden

And God watched his purest forest fall envious

Reciting once, how this plan is by now forgotten.

 

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

4 thoughts on “Woodland Stir

  • May 28, 2017 at 3:30 AM
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    A plethora of imagery in this piece, relished and savored. Lovely work my friend. A journey of thoughts and colorful images to flight a mind to imagination’s knell. Love it Paul.

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    • May 28, 2017 at 3:01 PM
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      Thank you so much Tony. Im glad you enjoyed it.

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    • May 28, 2017 at 3:01 PM
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      Thank you so much Phyllis, Im glad you enjoyed it.

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