From Superstition the Pendulum (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 22 Mar 2019 in Art, Poems

Pastel drawing ghostly face of retribution

 

 

From Superstition the Pendulum

 

Your face carried home from the scene of horror

Let nature raise you a colossus that prows

Prows astraddle the edge of all landfalls

Clocks will crack and mirrors stop

Unluckiness the hostelman calls to roost

The iron ring for a knocker hangs

Sounds wood and metalcraft, chock and clang

And the hand that would be death’s

Lets the bob swing reversal at two and a half

 

Your eyes ring themselves in adamantine pursuit

And the hair-raising toom of your heel on stone

Cries time, time

Transgressors

With a cup of wine and a coat-collar buttoned

At their table, not turning, they are tripped inside

By a cat black-clothed with the spirits of her kind

While her eyes seem charmed and she weaves before them

Time, time

They will feel waters close

Time, time

Know the follower knows

Time

But unwind

Time

Open eye

 

Time

 

 


From Superstition the Pendulum

Digital painting of futuristic living room chairs facing eyeball

Interrupting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(2019, Stephanie Foster)

 

 

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