190 words, 1 minute reading time
The Man In The Waxed Brown Raincoat
He is wearing a waxed brown raincoat,
and carries a sword wielding its warnings.
Warnings smoking across breaking waves,
this dying season of ash, birds and bells.
The sky is at war, ash and bells tolling
like a defiling serpent of fiery terror.
Like some burning terror, or blessed madman
gnawing at fog-wrapped cliffs, and this cloaked
sabred man, fog-wrapped and slashing words
across sky like flying fire, he wants to
change his roots to flying feet, cross the sky
and fill his lungs with frankincense perfume.
And the old perfumes of prophecy breathe
into the man wearing a waxed brown raincoat.
Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023. This poem is written for dVerse Poets in Dulex form and constraint. Here are the basic components of the Duplex form: 14 Lines, in couplets, 9 to 11 syllables for each line, the second line of each couplet is partially repeated or echoed by the first line of the following couplet. The last line (line 14) echoes the first line.
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