Time’s chant, a ravishing rant to a pale consumed moon
In her lap a palmed rose, red as the blood of a newborn lamb
As skulls of saints hum spiritual songs with lonely cries of loons
While enticing them with tendrilled vines of bitter wild yams.
Upon these bleached stark bones, a grotesque painted mirth
Escaping from their jaws while immersed in achromous dreams
An embryonic nude as a mother poetess gives birth
Emboldened by their unrelenting inaudible screams.
From a leaden inkless pen, startling new words emerge
While the found poem bleeds grey upon fragile white paper
Fragmented ideas become whole as creative lines converge
Wielding with rapier wit, enslaving the words to her favor.
She laid upon linen parchment in all its naked bloody glory
The painful purge of her tortured soul in an entangled story.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Laura is hosting at dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics and has given us a list of words to use from Samuel Greenberg’s “The pale Impromptu.” I have chosen the following to use: ‘Consumed moon, palmed rose, skulls of saints, spiritual songs, times chant, and painted mirth.’
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page