Vigil
A #poetry thread
i.
A portal with a warning line,
this cave’s mouth made of blackened stone.
A journey split from mortal time —
into the black. Cries, echoes, groans.
Down I descend to frozen depths.
A poet, partner, pulls me on
past popes and princes who, plaintive, wept
for what to them is neverdawn.
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ii.
Thrice three times we pass them by.
We wander down and talk a while,
to share beneath the brimstone sky
that only rains stalactite bile.
I tell him, poet, of my lost love,
of marriage, privilege I'd never gain:
in my heart's heaven, she, flaming dove,
was married forth, then passed in pain.
We passed through ice in darkest pit
where once great light-clad now froze in dark.
I go forth to see a mountain split
by one long path — poet departs.
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iii.
Along the road up this high mount,
tall light-clad beings with swords of fire
flay faults from folk with sackcloths bound
until they blaze and join love's choir.
I'm met by my departed heart,
my lady whom I'd lost before
to distance, then to when she departed
to these veiled worlds I knew from lore.
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iv.
She points. I see, off through the haze,
a sunlit city, blazing bright,
far from this mountain's spiral maze,
where she now dwells in gladdening light.
On this, the eve of Paschal feast,
I pause with her and look up high,
a vigil now with her who ceased,
preparing for the rebirth-sky.
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Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶