Temple

Temple

 

 

        Expanding, raw and pulsing

like newborns that grow into

individuals of their own

from one source

of everlasting literature.

        From a cave of damp demise or

from violent fires, stoning heroes, forging heroes,

never quite sure who the enemy is.

        From a journey of fantastical obstacles,

no mistakes made to stop and graze

and settle for anything but home.

 

Others have felt this eternal wealth of inspiration,

drank at its well and spoke –

making more riches, forests where feet

can travel and be in awe.

And from those others, still more have come –

one line flowing from the beginning.

 

O Ilium and Ithaca!

The same stars spinning.

Our beautiful Earth rest in you –

devotion, cunning and courage.

Love matters, but these things

which are the actions born from love

matter more.

 

Your fire is bright, brighter than

your ancient sun, has rhythm, repetition,

has harvested a hymn, etched permanently

in the foliage of our collective souls –

strong shoulders, driftwood, the first breath-cry

poet-bard.

 

 

 

Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Raven Cage Zine” August 2020

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1oDO3JF0w_ADaDcGM92uEvfSgLWZR-RqM/view

https://ravencagezine.wordpress.com/2020/08/29/issue-48/

RavenCageZine48- August 2020

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