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| Copyright @skyloverpoetry Kerry O'Connor |
The eye of a god has been stolen
and blind, he turns from our world –
Behold as the Scarab Moon begins to bleed.
What has come into being?
Something arises out of nothing
Khepri at break of this day already dying –
A pharaoh resurrected
shrugging off the carapace cerements
begin to feed on our self-extinction.
Written on the day of the Super Wolf Blood Moon, 20 -1- 19.
Shared with Magaly's Mustn't be Fancy Weekend Challenge (though Mary Oliver might not have approved of my nihilism.)
More like Wally Stevens to celebrate the nothing that is as all we we see now, but stern times call for sterner ecstasies. What a potent image, the red moon as a poked-out Egyptian scarab--bloodeid vision. Chill of the Mummy Earth, coming to get us.
ReplyDeleteYour last stanza is written in the fresh blood of today’s reality. Mary might’ve no approved, but the world—as it gets eaten alive—asks for more words like this. Perhaps in hope that her dangerously hungry children will hear, and stop chomping on their own flesh.
ReplyDeletelove the power and sentiments held within the carapace of this poem - each stanza is outstanding - and gripping entry into the piece.
ReplyDeletesometimes truths wear many faces and nihilism is but one often needed voice -
(like all things balanced and in moderation, because suppression yields rage and fury, which can be impotent are highly dangerous, so pen/poem away, but don't let the bastards steal/eat your soul)
This is a wonderful and strong piece... and I share a lot of the emotions... maybe even wrote in the same mood, I could feel the coldness of the world in the image of the blood of the moon being spilled.... But I find that in dying the world is still alluring...
ReplyDeleteThe image pairs powerfully with your words. We treat our world like dung, not realizing that as much as every life has a point of origin, so does every apocalypse. We can stop the cannibalization. But will we?
ReplyDeleteInteresting response to the prompt. The full blood wolf moon eclipses tonight. I will be watching it, wrapped in the warm quilt of my grandmother
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly deep and evocative in its portrayal of the cold and harsh reality of our world. Perhaps we can put an end to the destruction..
ReplyDeletePairing the ancient Egyptian imagery with the blood moon is so potent. It makes me think of Yeats too and the, "rough beast slouching toward Bethlehem."
ReplyDeleteYour write is deep, takes the breath away!
ReplyDeleteHave you ever gone north, Kerry, to see all the Egyptian antiquities?
ReplyDeleteOnly seen the plunder in the Louvre.
DeleteFeeding on our self-extinction....now there is a thought......something will, for certain, and maybe will live on.
ReplyDeleteAs always, lovely writing. Doubtful we will see the moon in Central Oregon tonight, cloud cover with snow added for good measure.
ReplyDeleteYour nihilism... I think to read Mary Oliver to keep from staying in that place too long. Right?
ReplyDeleteThis is dark and real. How I wish humans would wake up to the fact we are the means of our extinction.
ReplyDeleteYou really dug deep into some existential stuff here. I'm not familiar with much of Egyptian history but I get the sense of our own demise
ReplyDeleteThis is a powerfully warm piece, with a chilling coldness. Love it, Kerry!
ReplyDeleteVisiting the british museum, my response was much the same as your observation of the louvre: the most impressive artifacts looted from around the globe.
ReplyDeletemeanwhile, "carapace cerements" I somehow read at first as excrements, since after all, that is what we humans do. I'm glad I read again. ~
As long as the nihilism isn't fancy! I think she would approve of this. That first stanza is what puts fear into the hearts of those whose understanding of the world is wrapped in the other, but I wonder if that is better as placing it in our own hands seems impossible and it matters not at what point in history we refer to. This made me blink, more than once. I fell it, I surely do.
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