MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

47. Do you rivulet claret ? (dream inspired)

The slow fall of my lids
The sights of watching Zeus fall to my feet
A flare wip awarm with his wrath's blaze
Catching the marble steps of the cathedral I walked knowing I'd die at his stakes,

The egress of his in making a woman an example;
For defying his lightning sabers
For ramping olympus with insolence
Stepping the heels of her stride oiled flesh
Nothing else on his leathers and magenta helm
I crawl high as the benign weep in the temple
Hitching up my heart to bravery's stead
I reach glory_
As he extends my death to my hand

Yet fire could never burn anthracite coals and make them incinerate
So the golden cyan swaying by his wrath bends against my bust,
Prances around my primrose being without a sterling threat
Now you understand;
Even death recoils the ones who taunted the olive wreathed deities,
Asking what tinge was Zeus' blood again

28/6/2023