By Murrsma and Phen Weston
Lose capacity to brittle verse,
Wrapped inverse to longer epochs.
We strive adverse for a grander grasp,
Rambling thoughts amid dusk’s grip.
Sling shot lover fills their days
With crumbling ideology and cause,
Waiting with obverse obsession
For more than lithe kingdoms
To traverse in passions sight.
Inauspicious timing of minds complexity
Feelings tangled in their subversive aim
All for wantings revised
We wade in need of purpose
Fractured reflections of Eons imagined
A tidy melange of possibilities sought
Kindle our aspirations keen hunger
And were the romantics far from favour?
To trek along the tracks of transformation,
Between the capricious shadows held
With ancient deities and golden calf.
I reached you in yearning and division,
Six feet underground I baptised your name.
Emerging from the mire to your learning,
Received in tenderness and underscore.
A willing Levi I lay expectant
High upon your inconsistent altar
Thirsting for the manna long withheld
A muddied offering in want of compassion
Worthy only of having been forsaken
Should we start this world afresh?
The conclusion of those days that blanket promise
And walk us among such hearts.
Potential overwhelms us all in solitude,
The winter realms that fall with shade
To our forgotten interlude.
I see your face through false whiteout,
calling us to kingdoms we traverse.
Do these murmurs of hope long denied
Spill through cracked lips?
Are salvation’s answers to be revoked
And have revered ears deafened
Ultimately exhausted at this lamentable soliloquy?
Dissemble the emotions of another day,
When stripped passions come once more to play,
Response to heartache, the slow betrayal,
Lapping at the shores of reason, rejoice, rejoice,
The sovereign draws the consort near.
(This is a collaboration between myself and the wonderfully talented Murrsma. She is a beautiful and amazing poet, full of life and emotion. If you are not aware of her please go to her blog, Crones Corner, and read her work. You won’t be disappointed!)