It's Still Life

It’s Weird …

… the mimicry,
they come: the man and wife,
widow, soldier, mother and child.

How obedient
they are to a righteous song,
to an upright priest with wings bent.

The mimicry,
of incantations as prayer. The magic
in faith, the hand of Intention robed.

The mimicry,
of a choir singing to heaven’s
boundless innumerable stars.

God’s alter east to the rising sun.
Patron saints to north and south.
Enter all the setting sun to west.

The mimicry.

East for air.
South for fire.
West for water.
North for earth.

And the sparks flew where the wheels burnt.

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I’ll step off my soapbox now and return to nature stuff.

Written for Writers’ Digest Day 9 of the Poem-a-Day Challenge, “weird” is the word.. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.