Quiet dazzling under the starry mist
beyond the pallid shore. This life
ends today, there will be no more.
The devil swings a dull hook over the
heads of the gods. In the luminous
mist we must all lightly trod.
In the fog of being, you cavort with
invisible women in the early morn.
The demon came, an evil wind
blew and finally you were born.
In the twilight of the evening
translucent against the sea.
The lost man came, found the
right road and rescued me.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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“The devil swings a dull hook over the, heads of the gods.” The poem started out brilliantly, but I was hooked with the aforementioned line. Nice. Something about what you’ve written that exudes a sort of…fantastic mystique… I cannot describe it except to say – as I’ve said to some few other poets – this reminds me of the very first time I opened a fantasy novel, probably one of the best days of my youth.
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Yes, I go to some strange places in my mind sometimes when creating…I do not know if it comes from this time of my life (older) or I have never left my youth; perhaps I am caught in the 60’s and will never return. [smiles] Ann
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Would you mind if I reblog this?
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I would be honored, you may reblog any of my work. And thank you. Ann
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Reblogged this on The Arkside of Thought by Sahm King and commented:
My friends, just a bit of exploring and we come across gems. Please read this piece, if you read anything at all!
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Wonderful!
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thank you
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Fantastic
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Thank you AJM
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This is beautiful, there’s a lovely uplifting feel to it
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