The High Castle (poem)

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Desert Sunset by Dasha444

This is one of my apocalyptic ones –  a retelling of the the Fisher-King myth. The poem’s narrator has gone slightly crazy…

the high castle

 

the world is silent now

 

there was once something singing

in the branches of the dead tree

in the dark

 

it had a name

 

there were names for everything

i cannot remember them anymore

 

the older i get the less sure i am of anything

all i see is my world falling into darkness

 

stomping around the empty halls

with a festering wound that will not heal

 

i wish i could die

seriously

 

i wish i could die

 

*

 

the world has seen

alpha & omega

 

life still clings to this rock

let go

 

let go let go let go let go let go let go

before it all

 

happens again

 

*

 

long ago there was a vision –

 

a golden chalice

healing all the old wounds

of the broken earth

 

i do not know if it was meant for me

 

some days i painfully sit outside

by the river choked with dry weeds

watching a fading sun slowly threading

across the horizon

 

the trees scratching the dead sky

with bony fingers

 

hoping to see

a stranger

holding aloft

the golden cup

 

until then, i wait

 

(to

escape

the vortex

face the fury

& burn

 

Joanne Fisher

 

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