Poem by Melodic Rose

Thanks to oddball magazine for publishing my poem

oddball magazine


Be Ye Enigmatic
Stand still and pray
give thanks
spill gratitude at the foot of the bed
clean up your mess
your whip entrenched blackened
moth fly

You fowl frothing mouth scamper
clamp your clanking teeth
shut them tightly together
creep silently
with all the undaunting fraudulent
turning of the earth.

that you should caress your greed
like a lovers quarrel
too much pride
to ever lay the sword of surrender down
at your feet.

I search for meaning
but can find naught
of even one strand of
fortunes pride.
spilling humility under the feet of you.

Only once a year
do I take it off.
and you,
what is it that you do?

Are you banker
are you judge
are God
are you the angel
or are you merely the gate
allowing sinners to pass through you

Are you sin of itself
could we baptise you
or areā€¦

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