Black Knight

George Hodan

Black Knight

At the crossroads where the crocus meets the
rose that has no thorns
At the crossroad where the birds part for the golden
owl with feathered horns
I shall meet you in the mud where the sun will never shine
In the blackened night around us I will take you there as mine
At the crossroads where you crawl on belly desperate to decide
I shall rise in fervor swirling - scissor to your thread - your lover Suicide

On the other side of the razor

Lynn Greyling

On the other side of the razor

Occam  suggested

Look for the simple

and so she breathed

in desperate incantation

See the shine in the mud

the roses rise o'er thorns

See birds soar above carrion

focused fervor in eyes of fright

Oh Occam! - help me see in this dark night

See benevolent wisdom in stare of the owl

Help me believe still in the crocus prowl

pulsing warm and gay under the frozen crust

Hold this thread of life I bore I must, I must

until I weave a tapestry from times remembered

waving bannered in this cold deadened night

here at the pain-paned window spectred sight

This crossroads as light leeches toward the dust

Hold, see and from this single fraying thread

Weave, weave, yes,  from fraying thread  I must  

Breathing with

him above the

whir life cheapened

beep of machines  where

breath once easy flowed

easy, oh how easy flowed 

to his future golden glowed

Breathe, Breathe, through

this vile, vicious night

See slip of hand accident  

not suicide - not suicide  

Never this complication

would Occam so decide

This child's now unlined brow 

sleeps, simply sleeps until first

first brightening light

waiting - to awaken - to Auroras call

laughing then - a simple solution to this all

laughing then - a simple solution to this all

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The Sunday Whirl