Enter – the Thief



Mercy is, yes mercy me, I find the battered key

Opening dreams of mysterious dances you could not see

Or touch, or feel, or understand with your mind

Speaking words that glisten as fairy-dust that flies high


Mercy as, to mercy be, I turn the golden key

Standing plain naked for all and hollow as the night sea

Where golden calves, darkest thoughts and deeds, all should be

This trail of rough energy sharpened like a quill knife


Mercy is, to mercy me, who holds this treasured key

Where life and hope and love and dreams can still be

Plaintiff as nature’s darkest night might yet surround my thought

To me, the jackdaw’s mouth brought a borrowed rainbow feather



About edenbray

I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
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