The Ravin

[tailor STATELY]

The Ravin

A crown of thorns I wear for all to see
The flower of youth spent one with the breeze
'T Was content in pastoral reflection

When one day made ravin, a knife to throat
Bringing an unwont freedom in terror

In innocence tossed into the cauldron
Esteemed, suffering in silence, to be
Ushered before my tormentor to face
As surreal a nightmare tableau set

Layer by layer off my garments stripped
As layer by layer my flesh ravaged
Savaged till last choke mete and cast aside

Am I not tortured enough in your eyes ?
Do you yet seek one more indignation ?

No ! Mine heart ! Mine heart you seek to devour !
Succumbing to your ravening - no more

:tailor STATELY

[PrinceMyshkin]

I'm not at all sure how to read/interpret


When one day made ravin

and assume that the protagonist is the crucified Christ? An anguished poem indeed!

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you for the read PrinceMyshkin.

The context of "The Ravin" being in this case something being seized as prey, as opposed to 'raven' which in generally usage is different in meaning. Also, "The Raven" as a title was already coined by another POEt.

I tried to get into the Halloween spirit using an anthropomorphic artichoke (as opposed to an anthropophagic artichoke [which which might have been more interesting]) as the protagonist; which makes some of my word play a bit more illuminating.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY