Yusra Home |
THE SNOW PUPPETBy Yusra Al-Ayoubi |
|
|
Nostalgic Poems The Snow Puppet |
THE SNOW PUPPETHeroes were chosen, the field The midnight hour and the virgin stroke Flags were dyed
On the thrones chosroes climbed..
Treason was accomplished:
The identity of a nation melted
As a snow puppet in the lap of flame
Heroes hurried to Delphi to be inspired
Competitors were filled with envy and hatred
Waiting for the great reward:
The thief, the murderer, the hypocrite,
The licentious, the bribed,
Impostors,
swindlers and smugglers
At the gate stood quarrelling..
for the prophetess of Delphi had
Predicted of their glory
Promised them tabooed pleasures..
Suffocated with their grandeur,
They were waiting the night
To gratify their licentious desires
But she was not to give up her secrets
Or explain to lovers her intentions
Or to permit little chosroes
To desecrate her walls
She animated them with her silky eyes
Fixed the cords of their hearts
To her playful will
They go on never to desist
In underground caverns
Even when the teeth of rocks
Open in their bodies wounds
And the thorny tongues of decay
Lick the blood they drain
Their longing is still in strain
To the woman of their ruin
Adulterers who crave for sin,
For vague ecstasy, a bottle of gin
For dreams of wealth, of glory, but a great din
Made them conscious of their failure..
They grumbled, cried in anger
When they were sure
That from Delphi they would never gain |
|