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3.23.2014

Heirophant

I am here.
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

17 comments :

  1. So that's why your side of the bed looks like this every morning! ;)

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    1. What can I say? The place within myself that my writing comes from is chaotic indeed. And, unfortunately, quite frequently bloody.

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  2. I 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!

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  3. Now this was a bloody good twist to the unkempt room!

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  4. Thanks for sharing,...nicely done

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  5. I enjoyed your take on this prompt. :)

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  6. Wonderfully done. Thank you!

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  7. Here's to your holy cause! ♥

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  8. I don't write in bed ...But I do dream poetry. Enjoyed this!!

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  9. Well done!
    does this mean that a neat bed is not a good sign ??? haha

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  10. So well and cleverly done.

    My bed is where my imagination runs wild...

    Anna :o]

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  11. Oh I like your unique take...holy father of writing!

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  12. Real depth here. I like the different approach!

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