They sailed over my head all day;
Those wispy heirs of Styx.
And ’round the trees their Brother made
His swooping, devilish tricks.
He tied the timber up with thread,
And after all were bound,
Like puppets on a string he flailed
Their arms absurdly round.
Then wildly upwards did he roar
To where the titans docked.
He flung them from their anchors,
And before them, hulking, stalked.
Eerily, they changed in strength;
Shape-shifters of the sky.
Hauled along by veiled lengths
Of rope lashed to his thigh.
His fits of rage and tantrums led
Him all about the valleys.
Pulling close behind him all
He’d tethered there so madly.
He never noticed all the pairs
Of eyes which swiftly scanned
The sky with sudden fright as shadows
Swept across the land.
Earthly souls were twisted with
A fear that he did lack.
For though their eyes were surely open,
All the world was black.
I love your word choice! This is an excellent poem. 😀
glad you liked it!
I Love your story-driven poetry and prose. It’s really inspirational and I absorb ideas to improve my own writing. I like that OUR writing style is more conversational, so I suppose I relate to your posts so well.
I’m so glad. My favorite thing is to look into someone’s writing and see myself.
Iambic tetrameter and trimeter never had it so good.
haha, thank you : )
Whoa… The ominous storm building in plain sight… The end is just beginning
beautifully stated.
loved it like always
so kind, thank you
I appreciate you taking on the mantle of verse. There is great imagery here as well as swift action. You deserve all the praise this gets. I admire how prolific you are in your writing – when inspiration strikes, write! Even when it doesn’t strike, write! Couldn’t hurt.
Also, don’t think me a stalker, but I followed a link to your FB and saw the new video Georgia. Now, I’m really threatened: twice the writer, three times the singer and half my age. Oy, what a world, what a world! Seriously, you’re super talented – don’t waste it, ’tis a gift from God. – Your Pal Moskywitz
Thank you so very much!
“Earthly souls were twisted with
A fear that he did lack.
For though their eyes were surely open,
All the world was black.”
This is wonderfully powerful.
thank you so much. i’m glad you liked it.
It reminded me of Odysseus.
high praise.
Hello.. Thank you for the ‘like’.. ‘River Styx’ has an eerie cultural quality.. it never claims to know anything but evil.. yet as with evil.. hides in story.. I enjoyed this post.. I find ‘blackness’ is many times ‘confusion’.. self definition and discipline help me write and play music through those times.. Peace Tony
thank you for your comments.
A pleasure.. Peace Tony
Absolutely beautiful!
Thank you so much.
Amazing, I love the structure (which is a rarity for me).
I used to write only structurally. I can’t help loving it : )
I have great admiration for that (:
The sky with sudden fright as shadows- great linenthere…
thank you
“He tied the timber up with thread,…,Like puppets on a string he flailed”
You are boundless…from Styx to Skies… and finally
The Weather makes the “ALL THE WORLD WAS BLACK”
It’s like Roger Waters or David Gilmour or Jimmy Page playing your words on endlessly…I can really visualize them
Can anyone measure your depths? Who are you? Goddess of Poet?
perhaps.
To borrow from above – you are really in thr Groove.
Thanks!
I love this piece , its like music. I feel like reading it again and again. Great work 😀
Wow, thank you so much.
This is what I thought, too–it reads like song lyrics–an eerie, ethereal but at the same time threatening song, but gorgeous nonetheless.
I actually can sing it; I have a tune.
Great! Would love to hear it, if/when you feel like sharing the recording.
You need to teach me this kind of english. Awesome!
Aw, that’s sweet 🙂 Your english is lovely. I am the one who needs to learn languages.
I just read this four times. Nailed it.
That really means a lot. Thank you!
“They sailed over my head all day, those wispy heirs of Styx”
Something wicked this way comes. Powerful stuff!
: ) glad you like.