Untitled (suggestions welcome!)

[pinky]

When matter, freed, first wrought from frozen womb
Unblossom'd bud upon unwither'd bough
The scatter'd seed besought a bridal tomb
From mire and mud came venom's sliver'd vow.

Thus passion born, from naught creation sprung
Five waving rings would lower the leaf in place
The serpent scorn'd, both lamb and lion flung
As woven shadows whisper grief's disgrace

Yet softly speak who stone and sceptre dread
And iron glove to shield securely weld
You wanton weak! alone of one 'tis said
The tree of truth and spear were surely held

Decry respect, does mortal man deny
The lion yet beneath the lamb may lie?

[Countess]

I like it - just wish I knew what you were trying to say. (Reminds me alot of Robert Blake). I gather it has to do with the fall of man, their shame (thus, the leaf), the advent of death (stone / scepture dread) and perhaps the angel who wields the sword to keep man out of paradise.

You're also playing with the roles of God, God as creator, God as King, God as judge (lion), God as sacrifice (Christ, lamb).

I'm not much for heady poetry (I prefer emotionally infused verse) but what you do, you do well.

[pinky]

To take the time and energy to read my poem and post a reply.. you are truly a Countess!.

Thank you very much.