In the house down by the Derrian Well?
Where is she now, with her golden hair?
'Twas never another near half as fair.
Her smile in the morning lit the sky
And she always spoke as I passed her by.
Though I sometimes thought I'd like to stop,
Instead I hurried to tend my crop.
I always thought someday I'd linger
Long enough to put a ring on her finger,
But the days were months, the months were years,
Then one day the maiden disappeared.
O' where is the maiden who'll always dwell
In the heart of an unworthy fool who failed?
She lies upon her burial bed
With a pillow of roses for her head.
***
Through the Ages
Their mouths were hollow graves
That beckoned fools,
Like pawns on great black boards,
Like silvered tools;
They reached their gnarled hands
'Cross spans of time
To pluck from sanctuary
Shattered mimes.
With soured breaths they blew
Great clouds of dust
That rose in the scarlet sky
Of morning's blush.
From it mammoth stones were formed
And temples raised
With finely chiseled altars
Where jesters prayed.
Empty bodies without souls
Spoke empty lines
While mumbling catchecisms
To the divine ---
Some obscure puppet, well hid
From prying eyes;
All bow before and worship
Their great lie.
They laughed in merriment
To see the fools
Led astray so easily;
Truth overruled
By lust and greed, by fantasies,
By glory's dream,
By magnificent idols
With golden gleam.
Still, the ages blew away
Each grain of sand
These monuments, once great,
No longer stand
Up to the sky, but cower
Low and humble;
Now the once proud Faithful question,
Fall and stumble,
Far above the crowd they frown
In disbelief,
Not able to understand
They no longer lead.
Their falsehoods cut far deeper
Than a serpent's tooth,
For wisdom will win out;
Truth leads to truth.
***
Bonnie Mutchler has written hundreds of poems since her childhood, several of which have been published in anthologies. She lives in Missouri with her one eyed cat Blinky and her Chihuahua MoMo.
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My apologies to anyone who cares, for taking so long to get another book up. I was lost for some time and then found myself exploring a rabbit hole. I can’t go back now, Neo.
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