Conjured
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
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the restless
unsleeping souls
are conjured forth
this moonless nocturne
entranced
in ancient dance
a rhythmic ritual
of sanctified fire
deep night
and dark magic
summoned
from the place beyond time
by the fevered will
of the shaman
to bear immortal witness
as the holy apparitions
ascend wraith-like
in prayerful unity
rising supplicant
from the 8-point sacred flame
in sacrifice
to the vengeful one
lest this eater of the undead
set upon the dawning morrow
to steal the blessed light of daybreak
and hurl the waiting
into the pit of anguish
lost forevermore
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rob kistner © 2009
September 4th, 2009 at 6:17 am
This was a very original idea (and I am not surprised!)
Very eerie and dark yet beautiful… your piece fits the photo perfectly!
September 4th, 2009 at 9:11 am
an original ideea, indeed…
“set upon the dawning morrow
to steal the blessed light of daybreak” is my favorite for now…
September 4th, 2009 at 12:56 pm
I like how this explores the idea of the performer as part of a ritual. The poem expands on this ritual very effectively, reveling in it on one level, and horrified by it on another.
September 4th, 2009 at 1:39 pm
nicely done Rob..enjoyed your poem
September 4th, 2009 at 3:39 pm
Very nice, Rob! I like the way you accomplish such a rich atmosphere with such short lines.
September 5th, 2009 at 5:20 am
I liked it so much that I read it twice!
geometry of fireworks cuts into me
September 6th, 2009 at 4:40 pm
I like how the poem describes something that’s NOT evident in the photo, something we the viewer CAN’T see — the conjured spirits. And I love that the night is without a moon. A moonless nocturne. Lovely play in the poem between what’s visible and invisible, there and not there.