(Chapters are stored chronologically in ARCHIVES.)
The Diary of Rhea Sinclair
November 22, 1932
ThEy comE TO mE
lIkE wayWARD subjEcts
TO a bEnIfIcEnt quEEN
But fOrgIvENEss
I dO NOT havEEnOugh
tO BEStOw
EvEn
UntO
JOsIah
MySIrE walksIn
sINful prIdE
knOwS NOT
hIs fatE Is
unthINKablE
tO hIm
hIs safETY liEs In my
bElovEd HANDmaIdEn
ClIngIng to HIS arm
I dO
NOT
want HER tO SEE
ThE blOOd
hEar
thE waIlIng
UnTIl
ItIs
hEr
TIME
tO
jOIn
ME
In
thE fEast
the sEsH
Is wIth tHEm
ThE watEr
Is mUrky
as tO hIs
PurposE tO mE
hIs hEArt
Is
blAck
that
much
I knOw
hIs
WayS
arE
ThOsE
Of thE
AspIs
IwIll
takE
hIm
tOmybrEast
makE
hIm
mInE
SaNat
wIll gladly
EnfOld hIm
EnOblE hIm
andusE
ThE vIpErs naturE
FOr OuR
REvEngE
I yEarn
I buRn
TO bE frEE
BuT mytImE
Is waylaID
SO I will
PraY
OncE agaIn
KhEpEra
thE sElfcrEatEd
thOu rIsEst On the hOrIzOn
thOu aRt bEautIful
yEa bEautIful
all thE gOds rEjoIce
WhEn thEy bEhOld thEE
NEbt~UnnEt
stablIshEd upOn thy hEad
ThOth
dEstrOys uttErly All tHy fOEs
the undErwOrld
cOmEs fOrth
to mEEt thEE
bOwIng In hOmagE
As thEy
bEhOld
THY bEautY
tHat I may bE wIth thEE
EvEry dAy
tO bEHold tHy DISk
I not bEshut In thE tOmb
I nOt bE tUrnEd BacK
thE lImbs of MY bodY
bE madE nEw
whEn I viEw thy bEautIes
I
ONE who worshIppEd
thEE upOn Earth
mAy I comE
untO
thE land Of EtErnIty
may I comE
untO
thE EvErlastIng laNd
fOr bEhOld
O my lOrd
thIs
hAst thOu
OrdaInEd
fOr
ME
©2013 j.edwardfitzgerald ~ all rights reserved
Ed, this is really interesting and beautiful in a dark, gothic way. I read it silently and then aloud to myself and it is really great that way. I always find poems are more dimensional when read aloud. Well done my friend.
…thanks, T…it was like writing a jigsaw puzzle…great fun, actually…