Holding court,
receiving pilgrims.
Creatures whom,
having sprung from my imagination,
I sent on my bloody crusades.
They return to haunt me like ghostly Templars
who at last recognize the
sodden, lascivious humanity of their pope.
They ask me how, why, and why not,
driving me more firmly into the throne
of memories and vices and madness
of my holy cause.
Mag 212
Copyright © 2014 SK Waller
So that's why your side of the bed looks like this every morning! ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say? The place within myself that my writing comes from is chaotic indeed. And, unfortunately, quite frequently bloody.
DeleteI love it! I actually like to write in bed and several of my poems are penned there! I see you holding court here SK, as we each come to partake of your entry this week! Lol!
ReplyDeleteLOL. I love to write in bed! :)
DeleteNow this was a bloody good twist to the unkempt room!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing,...nicely done
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your take on this prompt. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderfully done. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteHere's to your holy cause! ♥
ReplyDeleteI don't write in bed ...But I do dream poetry. Enjoyed this!!
ReplyDeleteWell done!
ReplyDeletedoes this mean that a neat bed is not a good sign ??? haha
So well and cleverly done.
ReplyDeleteMy bed is where my imagination runs wild...
Anna :o]
Oh I like your unique take...holy father of writing!
ReplyDeleteReal depth here. I like the different approach!
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