It would take too much time to tell the tall man all the mighty moments he had stored

Aboard the centrifugal, the stargate frugal, the narrowest way known to heaven

And he surrounded with adorned pleasure, only this the measure of a stargaze warp

And Delaware, a mystic rose whose gown floats above any battle-scarred morning

She of sweeter disposition, she strong, mighty in battle, like a Boadicea on her chariot

Golden as the palace of Versailles where all is wooden like chess pieces in a drama

We are always just voyeurs, stepping in and then stepping out, uncertain, yet nervous

Like two small children faced with the problem of adulthood bearing down upon us

No wonder Gerollitas’ generation had that real problem with acceptance and worth

I have missed your warm smile and your attention, I digress to the point of annihilation

Only smooth talkers, aristocrats and charlatans eventually find a way with words

The rest of us struggle like warm wasps on the scent of Mexican hunny or fresh apples

The accolade interrupted by moon-worshippers heading west to greet a ‘brand new day’

Where sonnets roll around the yard like blue grass tumbleweed, hogs snort contented

And all this while, sound Orion’s gassy surface pumps light into our chosen hemisphere

A madrigal plays on softly, borrowed from another time and the latin quarter

Herecles still spinning wool, has surrendered his club to serve Lardanus’s daughter

Even great legends like Hercules or JFK can bow submissive to passions disorder

And there’s always a silly wren hopping around inconstant and shallow as a limpet

Clouds can be so disarming, vivacious, yet threaten, they are prone to characterisation

Dispassionate, an undervalued word in a psychiatric world where ambiguity is desired

The choices we make, so often strapped to Orion’s belt, drifting ever so slightly

Orion, caught in the dark sky awaiting the makers time to throw off his hunters caution

Climb the seven steps, jettison the seven stars, the sisters who are tied to Orion’s girth

Ainitak, Ainilam and Mintaka beautiful names three, but were these the names chosen?

Or the names spoken of in the great counsel where sit the elders golden, twenty four?

Who cast their crowns down by virtue of their knowledge of Job’s understandable folly

O bright counsel informs the stars brighter than the planets, the knowledge of the free

O marvellous reason that unfolds the seasons to offer words of hope to the bold Orion

Caught in Samson’s madness, overcome by the sadness only the pure must endure

Arise, shake off the morning, pledge the moon, salute the burning sun and stars,

Write words in sand, travel long, acknowledge now that time like Orion is not free

Run to greet the crashing waves of futures dawning, surely Orion’s summer has come

The sisters sound the warning, cascading and drawing, lines of perspective in the sky

We learn much from tales of splendour, prophets candour, the rigmarole of anger

An unfurled banner, as Apollo’s lie and bad manners direct Artemis’s arrows as they fly

The arena of consequence is now settled like an evening sky, the band play Perfidia

Even Orion cursed by this polygamy of treachery and betrayal awaits his redemption

The old man of the night bound by satans light, cross-referenced to his heathen plight

The dichotomy of reason hides so well the magical and submissive virtue that was Isaac

History’s vaults released some 10, some 20, yet the unknown is also known by its father

The truth set free for all to see attended by the spill of wine, sounds of joyous laughter

Collect the pages now, assemble them in order, bind them down with cord and gum

Clear the back room, Gallileo’s horn points t’ward the sky, Caxton’s press of ink runs dry

Guttenberg, a godlike hero like Alexander Graham Bell, Newton, Maximillian Schell?

Absurdity, nestles in with honesty and valour, frailty and discord find no place in Valhalla

Asgaard’s mountains resound with echoes of heroes fallen, not tales of treachery

Within such silver vaults, Orion and the brothers walk and talk of mankind’s destiny

There is not time to tell of all embroidered yarns, plaitted curls on Adam’s tattoed earth

Or book a seat alongside mother Eve, watch commentary of her iconic, anguished birth

The globe turns slowly for the lost and lonely who look hard for the noble and holy

Orion speaks into a chaos, a catastrophe, centred around metropolis’s pained contusion

We all sit, full of learning in the counsel of King Arthur, knights who wait for their end

Summon Jupiter, Methuselah, Odin’s son, the counsel of the wise, armed with weapons of iron

Hammer the breastplate, gild the helmet, mount the white horse, rouse the sentry

Here we, masters of our inheritance, regal champions who slew Behemoth in turn

Circle like crows beneath the dome of Andromeda, afeared the hunters beak and claw

There steps forth then, as bold to speak, from out the carbon skies

One who has listened deep and cold to many stories, myths, and to their many lies

Not a fourth comforter whose disgrace and pain of shame never were well hidden

A bright star listed in the book written by the heart of god if not by his injured hand

Collected words from a sorry band of misfits, harlequin and humbled rogues

Who in their weakness and their folly, sowed frailty and brokenness, to cut a slice of holy 

Orion speaks for those with fears, for those who stand a little nervous in Jibrails hall

For those who stepped outside the tent, whose eyes arched away from heaven

Who true of heart, enjoy the strangest loyalty to Pleiades band of seven

Listen now ye coldest moon who lights the bleakest beacon and ye dumb Trojan horse

Whose wooden, blanket eyes hide the stench of good men stolen, listen as Orion speaks

He understands your treason, shows pity, understanding, God’s mercy, bronze-swollen


Ref. 02092020


In common with a lot of my recent work and in part motivated by a habit I picked up during my recent CV-19 Isolation, I have taken to writing a kind of PREQUEL – FOREWARD – an ‘AFTERWARD’ if you will but at any rate an Author’s ‘comment’.

I do this, not by way of translation but rather as a suggestion or possibly a more attainable connection. Poetry is actually how I prefer to communicate with others but its a hard language with which to develop relationships.

‘ORION SPEAKS’ as a written piece has been brewing a long time inside and I’m still not sure its finished. ‘Distilling’ may actually be a better choice of word than brewing.

It forms a ‘pair’ with the TRIALS OF MILES BLACKMAN which I also may open up and work some more on. A POEM is a sculpture that is never finished, a story that really has no conclusion. There may even be a 3rd Part to follow.

ORION is a mannequin upon which to hang my clothes and it might also be termed ‘autobiographical’, I’m not certain I can claim that.

Can you step away from EARTH for a brief ten minutes to view the stars and ‘listen’?

Can you search your soul for one brief hour and consider in truth our beginning?

ORION has been important throughout the story of mankind. ORION SPEAKS and has spoken to many generations.

edenbraytoday – 3rd. August 2020


PSALM 147:4  

He determines the number of the stars; he gives to all of them their names.

JOB 38:31 

“Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades or loose the cords of Orion?”

JOB 38:1-41

Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind and said: “Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge? Dress for action like a man; I will question you, and you make it known to me. “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding. Who determined its measurements—surely you know! Or who stretched the line upon it? …

AMOS 5:8

He who made the Pleiades and Orion, and turns deep darkness into the morning and darkens the day into night, who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out on the surface of the earth, the Lord is his name; AMOS

The Orion Arm is a minor spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy that is 3,500 light-years (1,100 parsecs) across and approximately 10,000 light-years (3,100 parsecs) in length, containing the Solar System, including Earth.

Orion’s Belt or the Belt of Orion, also known as the Three Kings or Three Sisters, is an asterism in the constellation Orion. It consists of the three bright stars AlnitakAlnilamand Mintaka. Looking for Orion’s Belt in the night sky is the easiest way to locate Orion in the sky.

Which star shines the brightest?Sirius ASirius A and B. The brightest star in the sky is Sirius, also known as the “Dog Star” or, more officially, Alpha Canis Majoris, for its position in the constellation Canis MajorSirius is a binary star dominated by a luminous main sequence starSirius A, with an apparent magnitude of -1.46.

 “Over 25,000 individual measures of the Pleiades stars are now available, and their study led to the important discovery that the whole cluster is moving in a southeasterly direction. The Pleiades stars may thus be compared to a swarm of birds, flying together to a distant goal. This leaves no doubt that the Pleiades are not a temporary or accidental agglomeration of stars, but a system in which the stars are bound together by a close kinship.” From our perspective on Earth, the Pleiades will not change in appearance; these stars are marching together in formation toward the same destination, bound in unison, just as God described them.

Two of the greatest of its stars, Betelgeuse and Rigel, possess, as far as has been ascertained, no perceptible motion across the line of sight, but there is a little movement perceptible in the ‘Belt.’ At the present time this consists of an almost perfect straight line, a row of second-magnitude stars about equally spaced and of the most striking beauty. In the course of time, however, the two right-hand stars, Mintaka and Alnilam (how fine are these Arabic star names!) will approach each other and form a naked-eye double, but the third, Alnita, will drift away eastward, so that the ‘Belt’ will no longer exist.” Unlike the Pleaides clusters, the stars in the band of Orion do not share a common trajectory. In the course of time, Orion’s belt will be loosened just as God told Job.



About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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