“I was nineteen and mentally/infirm when I saw the prophet Isaiah”
Solstice Litany ~ Jim Harrison
At the time I had no faith.
Neither in prophets
nor the very veracious Cassandra
(for failing to foresee her own fatality).
I'd catch only the one
featureless
futureless
maxim
It was spoken
broken as a record
in spin top revolutions
making me giddy, sick
fearful. For the young of fun
felt freakishly false,
mechanical as laughter
from craze-eyed mannequins.
Incarnate hades masked as theatre
halled with distortions
but He was there too
even in that ghoulish glow of limelight
the assured seer
caparisoned in prayer shawl
luminous spheres of then
and then in each hand.
Daunting though this: balancing
what was with what will be
-just as the prophecy
It’s open link night over at dVerse where unprompted, anything goes
PoetryPix 