Lovers ~ Before and After

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ISIS of CRISIS

The silken road
of Afghan calm
that led me to Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
Born upon a desert storm
and a broken seance
where patiently
she awaits for me
at the Mirage Oasis
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”

As the Blue Nile
was bleeding down
my starboard arm
seeping into the ink
under my shedding skin
Leading me on
to the steps
of her gilded throne
In that river delta
of sedimentary passion
the turning of flesh
into fossilized stone
All sentiment lost
in the reflection
of her mirrored face
Disappearing
without a trace
in a breath of frost
As my life lines
were fully erased
and then held for ransom
A life of a thousand deaths
and a thousand liftimes
to conspire our crimes
all over again
where the saltwater
forever seeps
into dry desert sand

Flood waters rising
Love slowly dissolving
into the cauldron
of a dark implosion
The wild child
of light through a prism
reciting the incantation
of a fiery baptism

In a frozen wilderness
where starbursts shatter
the scars of time whisper
of an ancient thirst
“For the love of God …
we could do you no harm.
Within that still beating heart
was placed a golden charm.
Thus thwarting
your most deserving fate.”

But my heart
was no longer in it
I was left bereft
in a bohemian attic
Remembering only
her forgotten music
And drinking goldfish
at the shopping mall
of all things plastic
When Captain Ahab
came to me saying,
“Forget the goldfish.
Let’s go hunt for whale!
And remember Ishmael,
God is always listening.
Regardless
of where you’re sailing
and who’s bell ye be ringing.”

So I thought, why not?!
I’ll go along
as the Committee of Glum
was sounding a false alarm
Erasing the ‘Tit’
from the prow
of the Goodship Titanic
With a shout from the stern
as from an iron pulpit …
“Original sin
from the depths is rising!
And Isis,
what have you been smoking?”

Guilt sinking in
a cold Atlantic panic
The firstmate succumbing
to a freezing of the brain
Leaving Isis
in a vegetative state
Time to escape
About that time
the lone sailor hits the fan
With an inner voice
giving a choice
of pure rebellion
I was made first grade
by the great I AM
No need to apologize
to any over zealous man
amongst the dead
or the quick
Yet I soon lost my lust
for whaling
after harpooning
the elusive Moby Dick

So, as from a flock
of rapacious raptors
I ran back
down the track
to that silken road
of Afghan calm
Awaiting the Uber Rapture
as my juggling days
all but over
Swept over the falls
balls and all
into a whirlpool of desire
Yet the familiar
never ever
felt quite the same
Forever given
a loving taste
of the great beyond
with forgiving grace

Meanwhile
Isis sits patiently
under trees of palm
as she orders
her favourite cocktail
‘Revenge upon
the Dunes of Ruin’
And reciting
from her Book of Harm
a blessing for Ishmael
the sailor of fortune
Four sheets to the wind
and under full sail
as he plies
life’s turgid ocean

~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-2020

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The Transit of Venus

Venus gliding
upon the waves
Step aboard
my unworthy vessel
my rapacious Rapunzel
With hair flowing down
wild from a golden crown
Mere words can only fail
What the heart knows
but can never tell
Love like a silken gown
flowing down
from an ivory tower
Rising up
from the stony ground
a morning glory flower

Deep within
with heavy sighing
to the heavens gasping
“Oh God!”
That little death
of love resurrecting
grasping together forever
within one diluvian breath
Ever giving life meaning
beyond rhyme and reason
The hours redeeming
with full blown passion
Celebrations sacred
In unity worshiping
This heart has known
the broken floor
and the open door
A spirit united and ignited
touched by the Presence
The transit of Venus
across my horizon descending
A dollop of heaven sent
upon a scollop shell riding
A shot of loving grace
Time itself trembling
in the vacuum of space
That love from above
I just can’t quit it
I’m in the thick of it
Love without question
as she turns
a tantric glance
in my direction
leading me to burn
A heathen reborn
upon the threshold of heaven
Leaving me love sick
My earthly kingdom for
an everlasting touch
of true love’s perfection

~ by David B. Redpath © 2018

Artwork:
‘Venus Rising From the Sea’
~ by Titian

Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2019-2020

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