Poem a Day 17.5

I was dissatisfied with the prompt today, and started to write a poetic response, but then it got away with me and made this neat little poem, as an alternative.

Propylon

The torch, abjurative and all-revealing
Squats at the fane, and, scattering its glow
Across the underfloor and overceiling,
Insists how slight the things it does not know;

But creeping in beneath the veil—
The horrid hairs upon the tail.

The limen of the holiest of holies
Is watched by alate eyes and flaming sword
And crossed by none unless he have the solaceindex
Of ankles bound up with a silken cord;

Here, creeping in beneath the veil—
The horrid hairs upon the tail.

Root out, with trowels and organs that promote
Piacularity as lively art,
Heterodox phylacteries imps wrote
In fire upon the seething human heart,

While creeping in beneath the veil—
The horrid hairs upon the tail.

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One comment

  1. […] about writing haiku, which morphed into something completely different, but which I’ve posted as an alternative to today’s haiku […]

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