Hail Poetry Slave

POSTED IN contemporary poetry March 12, 2014

Hail Poetry Slave
 
Hail thou poetry slave, rose from dust and ash.
Armageddon's passed, rush now from the Cave
In phoenix flight; fly; flee this mortal caste.
Lift your wings of light, o'er this shadowed grave -
 
Parched, bleached of colour, hues that once held fast
Over man and age, over kingdoms brave,
Even til their breath left them at long last,
Turning back to sand. In their dying gave
Reason to rejoice, birth from that life past;
Yesterdays illusions finally frayed.
 
Sincere is the blood of the now outcast.
Love tends its tender saplings in this day
Atop mountain heights laved in Sunlight vast.
Verses do recount and sages do say:
Each of us receive; each is called to task.
 


Garnet Shaw Robbie