A Shadow Behind the Sun

Photo by Rene Böhmer on Unsplash

Dried up, shriveled, weather-beaten,

Rock- hidden fossils set in stone,

These evolutions of Medusa

Afflict with a petrified decay.

And all, all she gazed upon

Can never be rubbed away.

Stains dry and calcify

Deep in the bogs, in a quagmire,

A swamp of guilt, regret

Spilt water, wine, I forget.

No transubstantiation this:

Yoked, plowed, dragged,

Inchoate into death

A process has begun.

Welcome now obscurity, shadow,

Winter trees stripped

As crows scream in the gloaming

A modulation of voice, a volte-face:

A variation of mood this.

……..

No man

Has such bad intent as to awaken from sleep

Those legions of demons who laugh as we weep.

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John Edward Marks (JEM)

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Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is as it is uneven!

inkMend

inkMend

inkMend is a writer’s safe space on Medium to express experience with pain and write to heal from trauma. Inspired fiction, poetry, and non-fiction/memoir welcome.

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