lttlebirdwriting

[lttlebirdwriting]

A strangers sonnet (to chant in a thunderstorm)

She came to life with braids and story, her feets

rhythm strong, a voice thundering through the castle

of silver sheen under glistening sheets.

Palace dances always made for longer nights and aching foot soles

Although she knew the steps by heart, her heavy pace

could not force the light, elegant grace. Piercing voice was too strong, whole

self was too broad for soft embrace of the silent footstep.

A drumbeat called from where it slept, outside beckoned, to come, to wonder.

There in wait, in rain dancing, souls with a rhythm alike her own leps.

She ran to join in facile, for soon she found her bade

welcome vain. She knew the castles steps alone. The drums fade.

"I know not these." The toll realized, a tear on cheek.

Not for silver or drums, outside of the castle.

Her life, her song, her beat. She started to dance.

[lttlebirdwriting]

Based off of Albrecht Durer “The Resurrection” 1510 

Stench of death filled my shattered lungs

The grasp of hell hallowed naught the sky but my soul

Angel Death knows peace but I know nought its face

For no angel has seen this day, no angel hath neared its hours

How wasteful flesh that born to rot

Doth melt from bone and sinew

Then bones are promptly felled to ash

Grown in dirt and rock

I have seen war and I have known hate

My tears dried into the crevices of my skull

Blood and rot and end and evil

How doth it rot and end in bloody evil

“Though flesh must waste away,”

He whispers over my screech

And in the ground it seep

“Though bones will break and bend

The worms are fed with heart and mind

That for forever sleep

With broken hearts and empty eyes

The ground will someday meet

Though the very hallows of hell surround

And blood will flood like rain

And dreams are crushed and lives are ended

Still, My heart, it beats

And while it beats eternally now

Though it hasn’t once before

So will yours and all My children

Come up from the ground

Dead shall know no victory

Graves shall know no sting

When through the cloud of very hell

I shall spread a wing

To gather up My children

All from wherest they went

From blood and hell and righteousness

All shall know My touch.”

From hands that bled like river styx

And felt the jaws of hell

And blood and rot and end and evil

Ends the rot and end and bloody evil

For in the end the only rot that feeds the worms and ground

Is evil itself rotted away far beneath the sallow

And the Angel Light will carry away all His Children

To a life knowing peace and soul

Away from empty eyes and bones

Away from stench of death

Towards a land of sky and angels

I shall bare my breath

[lttlebirdwriting]

Sadiradra (A story of stars)

A mother of five, more beautiful boasts then all that swam in the sea

The queen, said she, of also the ocean the sky and stars

Of all her subjects in all the land

She held her daughter the closest to her heart

But soon her boasts came to ahead

For someone is always listening

Soon queen Cassiopeia found who was listening

When a horrible monster arose from the sea

With Menkar and Mira the great whale stormed ahead

From the ground to the stars

The queen broke her own heart

As she realized how to save the land

Her daughter or her land

she prayed a god was listening

to a rock she chained her heart

on the bank of the sea

from above watched the stars

as the princess looked ahead

Oh how the ocean stormed ahead

crashing bitter salt to the land

Neptune himself seen through the stars

To the cries of the girl was listening

Oh the ruthlessness of the sea

Oh the sadalsuud heart

A man with a tiking heart

Flew in from the east on ahead

Over the sea

And to the land

Andromeda stood listening

His voiced twinkled like stars

North of the stars

A crown on her head with an alphecca heart

Her chosen king stood listening

Andromeda gazed on ahead

To her people and her land

After the monster he banished to the sea

Now in the stars, up on ahead

You can see her strong heart as they still watch over their land

They stand guard listening as the monsters crash in the ruthless sea

[lttlebirdwriting]

Sonnet of the Heart and the Soul (the story of Eros and Psyche)

alone my soul did rest outside my form

she lived the beauty west of greece her face

did see the ire of loves pure form, so warn

I was to see appeased her so jealous

my heart did halt when seen for first my soul

with wind I swept her to my castle to wife

my face concealed she grew to doubt my whole

own heart that beat for her only, her life

a drop of wax an arrows prick I fled

she searched and found grain, wool, and water, deaths flower

again tempted she fell to sleep like dead

my heart did cry to wake its soul that hour

My soul did wake in love I’d wept for her

With glory from high kings love rest forever