[Lubesh]

Will the brash beat
of these drums
send shivering flames
to the gods?
Will forsaking my invisible
Others bring them down on me
Still at odds?
Precarious, this war
of love.
Furious the embers burn,
Ashen hearts fall like doves,
Blackened crests
fall weary to the archer,
Lean and drawn.
He pierces mistrust,
another war
of love.
Still they fly
Aloft once more, but
Wisdom has abandoned
The falling prey of
Struggle,
Tinging their sultry skies
and hazardous way
To love.
An arena waits
Swept by feet
Filled to feast on
Harmony’s greed
But they love
This love
Of bitter enemeies
To be combated, yet
She flies through its face,
to be reunited
once more.

“Love and the Soul had sought
and, after sore trials, found each other;
and that union could never be broken.”*

*“Cupid and Psyche”,

[RENA HANDS]

I wonder….He pierces mistrust,
another war of love.

Maybe…He pierces mistrust,
another casualty of love.?

Again I am at an awe. There is neither a verb or noun, action or imagery here that I love more than its whole parts. It simply Fabulous!

Glamorous with all its shimmering activities…

…sending shivering flames to the gods?

Furious the embers burn,
Ashen hearts fall like doves,

And that bit from Cupid is he not Psych, son of Aphrodite? Regardless. LOVED IT! My rating as if it were a mystery…lol 5/5!

[Lubesh]

Pysche and cupid....derby and joan lolthanks rena