Naked Mutant Poetry
PROMETHEESS
This poem was written for me and about me, by the extremely gifted Lit.Org poet, Shannon o' Dubhuir, aka AuldMiseryGuts:"PROMETHEESS"
She has eaten fire
Til her lungs were moltenous lakes
And her sorrows swam spirituous
Mundus Subterraneus She
She has eaten fire
‘Til her heart
Reincarnated to coal
Her passions pleaded,
White hot orisons
Hers the ecstasy
Of the mad inevitable
She has eaten fire
Bewitched from the inside out
Sparks seeding spells
In magik's fierce florescence
She has eaten fire
Gestates her alchemy's darkly
Her humours embodying
The brooding of flames
Her womb is a kettle for stars
She has eaten fire
Bright in the dead-
Centre of the radiant century
Wills herself to the edge of
Precipitous bliss-
And falls
-Fire's autumn is embers
And they turn
Summoning subtle spectres
To glow behind her eyes
To smithy her smile in to life
It curves there
Like the blade of a samurai sword
Immaculated vitrified,
Perfected by heat
She martyrs those flames inside her
So she may offer her art
Burning with a blue flame
Extrusive incandescent.
...
Now this next poem was written for me by renowned Lit.Org writer,
Andy Havens, titled:
"For Lena"
There is a place where silence meets
the roar of blood, the wind of breath.
Restless.
The black of black and white of white
important only for the contrast.
Together.
Massaged in sunlight, deep night drained,
curtain rain, desert dry, winter ice.
Mirrors.
Stillness, violence, worry, peace,
passion, boredom, hatred, love.
Balance.
Our eyes cry beauty.
Our hearts beat love.
Our minds find pattern.
Our hands hold
peace.
Copyright © 2009
"Let my enemies devour each other"
-Salvador Dali
