Saturday, March 31, 2007

Deepest, Darkest

'For you are all children of light, children of the day.
We are not of the night or of the darkness.'
l Thessalonians 5:5

(response to Sunday Scriblings prompt)

He cradles the dark secret
down long flights of steps
deep to his soul's cellar.
There it matures seeded
in a festy fungal bed.
The visits are frequent.
The pleasures piquant.
.....(Cancer cells reveal seductive
.....colours under the lens.)
The cauterizing sear of Light
would quick be death to these delights.

11 comments:

Beaman said...

Interesting. A poem of great depth. I enjoyed reading it 4 times. :)

ish said...
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AnnieElf said...

Oh my. This puts me in mind of my father and his struggle with cancer. It is truly deep and dark. I'm going back to read it again.

Jone said...

I have read and re-read. "Cancer cells reveal seductivecolours under the lens" reminds me of when my husband discovered the melanoma on my arm...irridescent mole. Well done.

ish said...

Oh dear, I think the cancer image may be distracting. I was trying to highlight a deeper magilnancy of the soul.

missmellifluous said...

I'm with you, ish. Even that which destroys us can seem attractive. Tragic but true. How funny that we shun the light.

Thanks for teaching me a new word too: cauterizing. I like it. It captures the holy but healing violence the light inflicts on our hearts. The cancer is a powerful metaphor.

Inconsequential said...

the secret vice
the one you shouldn't
but can't resist
how it burns...


:)

nice piece.
nothing really to do with cancer?

either way, 'tis good.

ish said...

Thanks miss mellifuluous. I learned a new word from you too when I looked up your name the other day. Undenibly sweet but not trite. I think of edible honey they found in BC Egyptian tombs.
Yes, I'm with C S Lewis in thinking we create our own hell with our obsessions, blocking out the Light. We so often want what hurts us. And after death, more of the same, but with the darkness ever more consuming.

Indeed, inc, 'how it burns'. Thanks, for the comment.

ish said...

'the holy but healing violence the light inflicts on our hearts.' I didn't say above how much I like this phrase.

Crafty Green Poet said...

the soul's darkest secrets...

gautami tripathy said...

I read it for what it was meant to be...darkness of the soul..

Thanks for the visit.