she moves with mystic grace
eyes like recumbent moons
beneath a veil
dreaming of suns
and the anger of men
in thrall of Allah
yet dreams cannot be tethered
the howls of strange creatures
bespeak it
where fists of force legitimize
and the earth is the sand
of righteousness in a Holy land
even as the chosen seek it.
incidentally, i read a fantastic line today in a book by andrew mcmillan and can find no better place to quote it than here...
'when he came he made a sound that still hatches in my throat each morning'
nothing to do with your poem but a fine line i think you'll agree.
fists of force legitimize.
that is a fine line to be read out loud.
Both: I changed the title, as I realized there might be a sexual connotation - a whole different ball game. xx
thanks for comments Lynn and Wolfie.
My aim with this was to give a feminine credence to the mystic east (if that actually exists today) and maybe point out the threat of western influence or the benefits of it in its bringing women's plight into the open. A complex issue and not to be taken lightly. Prophecy would fit in certainly , and I wanted to indicate a sense of history spreading back and then meeting an obstacle. I think a lot of problems today are the result of a sort of buckling of opposing forces mostly subconscious with all sorts of mayhem as a result.
I hope that does not confuse - it almost confused me!
Ray x
Lynn Hamilton
Mon 18th Apr 2016 10:09
I rolled down this piece Ray. If that makes sense. Lynn x
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raypool
Tue 19th Apr 2016 17:02
Cheers Stu. Yes, that line does hit out a bit with the consonants, thanks. A masculine feminine crossroads with a barrier, is that It? That line you quote is a classic.
The idea of a sort of dry cough orgasm appeals!
I might suggest a book to check out (booker prize winner) I'm reading called The Narrow road to the deep north by Richard Flanagan about the Burma railway.
all the best.