Of the Bride’s Moans

While the light beyond the crack
around the wooden window cover
dies

While Šerida takes her husband’s
hand into where horizon’s privacy
lies

While even the bleating of goats
or child sinks into the silent dessert
sands

While the cooling blanket dims
all shadows into dense ethereal
demands

While far beyond understanding
the bride’s noises travel with her
sheen

There in Nanna’s silvered plane
outside the mud brick wall’s
scene

There shivering under the dying
moon and void of all energy thus
drawn.

There trembling on horizon’s edge
the heat of Utu’s bride
groans

There

builds the silence before dawn.

(c) Casteleijn MG. 2019


Awesome image from Zdzisław Beksiński, Surreal Landscape (1982)


Some are hunted and some are hunters. Others will find only the Beginning of beginnings to be comforting…

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4 thoughts on “Of the Bride’s Moans

  1. The Most Grazious of Hosts
    ________________________

    The life you live. Sordid commodity veil.
    The life you feel. More of the same
    The life that you give. A gift for all eternity.

    Mother’s smile. Father’s pride. A friend’s caress.

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      1. I had to come back to this man, because it is something I would write but couldn’t write. or wise-versa(sic)

        The momentum of it is quite …
        the alliterating stanzas ending with rhyme changing in midpoem to something to stem us from….

        This… You have fooled me *tut tut*

        These are lyrics to a song.

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