Homework w/e 25-11-13 Spirit Voices 'Kindred Cry'

[Glenny Palmer]

“KINDRED CRY” © Glenny Palmer


Oh, my daughters hear me, oh, my sons;
your mother cries aloud, my little ones.
You think your hearing fails you,
it’s the chaos that assails, who,
if you would but stop, be still,
rest your chin upon your arms, upon the lonely window sill
and gaze out at my grace,
that which the human race
has spared, but then
alas, perhaps, has only set aside for future rape,
you would then understand
how the workings of your heart and hand
in dreaming, have forsaken me, for when
your mother cries for mercy, hearken, lest
your callousness defiling,
compels her very essence,
disconsolate, beguile eternal rest.

Oh, my daughters see me, oh, my sons;
your mother’s wounds are weeping, little ones.
You think you see my anguish
while in partnership we languish;
if you would but lift your eyes,
toss your curly heads back playfully, and search my endless skies
for mirrors of the past,
that’s where you’d see at last
my pristine youth,
all pillaged by my seed - my sweet tellurian offspring.
Remorse shall set your test,
for the grief a mother’s failed bequest
engenders, and, our hopelessness assured
shall vaporize in Armageddon’s eye,
where all the mothers’ mercies,
from all the sacred ages,
will simply lie down quietly.....and die.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Well that beats the hell out of ABABAB doesn't it.

That is great Glenny - I love it. Going to study it in depth to see what you have done so cleverly. You have elevated my prompts to greatness

[Glenny Palmer]

How kind Maureen. Thank you. It reads much better when centralised on the page, but I don't know how to do that on the site....or if that's even possible.