Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Beachhead

Keep the frost out, bury it six feet deep
build the cage, lock it up, and toss the key
hide it now (in a tree, under a bush?)
push it down below, we've no need to see

They make their moves, and still they chip away
lips cold, trying to lick the meaty core
Finally the walls of Troy have been breached
while ten thousand ships leave the blood stained shore

Winks and whispers again, out of the blue
the surprise attack no one expected
Lightning finger tips caressing the brain
of the watchman asleep, his task neglected

She dances to me, a thief in the night
in an old abandoned jewelry shop
that ever houses the one priceless gem
this crime we're all destined never to stop

The one fatal flaw, it came from the act
of hiding this thing so deep in the earth
though we never watered or tended it
divine intervention gave the seed birth

Ed Kidhardt

5:40 PM

4 Comments:

Blogger Renee Wagemans said...

Nice very nice

5:32 PM  
Blogger Erin said...

great ending! Love it.

5:44 PM  
Blogger violet said...

I would suggest perhaps the most powerful poetry comes from those things that sneak back to life from being hidden and buried.

11:10 PM  
Blogger garnet david said...

Ed- I love the first three verses. and really love this one:

"She dances to me, a thief in the night
in an old abandoned jewelry shop
that ever houses the one priceless gem
this crime we're all destined never to stop"

That's your "ars poetic" poem right there.

seeyaround-
Garnet

Did I mention I really, really like where you're going with your poetry?

11:32 PM  

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