While Waiting at the River Styx

By loquaciousicity

Fri, 24 Mar 2017
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While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
from branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
with dangling pearls and diamond studs in dripping crimson clots,
midst gaping wounds and bulging eyes like fouling apricots,
for wrapped like rope around your throat’s the Reaper’s grim garrote.

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Terry, you quote "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God." (Matthew 19:24) in the teaser. Interesting to note that when the disciples said then "'Who then can be saved?", Jesus said 'With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible"'  and I remember hearing of a camel having to let go of its load before it could go through some gate! Actually, we all have to check whether we are placing our trust in the riches we do have, and clinging to them, rather than using them well! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Terrible, horrible. Your poem is brilliant. But no use in pondering and worrying about it rather get on with life.

Tom Brown

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

You're right Tom! Life must go on.

And thanks for your kind words.smiley

Terry

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Hell but it is really heavy going I think the poem should have an appropriate age restriction.

Keep well then good luck!