Sunday, May 13, 2012

strings

The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin 

I offer that sacred bowl
to the goddess
I let the rituals take over my senses
I might not understand its significance
yet I cut fruits into strings
I do not wish demons to visit
to taste the elaborated food
I never did comprehend their intentions
or the way they followed the flags of peace
only to cause devastation

demons are indigenous, 
goddess is usurper;
reaching the summit, only to fall
let us drink from that bowl
before we sell our very soul

14 comments:

Shawna said...

I like this: "yet I cut fruits into strings I do not wish demons to visit"

vivinfrance said...

There is a fascinating thread running through many of today's wordles. Bravo.

Berowne said...

"Reaching the summit, only to fall."
Ah, we'e back with Sisyphus again - well done.

brenda w said...

Strong write, Gautami. The final stanza is frightening.

flaubert said...

Yes, Gautami, the final stanza is beautifully frightening.

Pamela

Karen S. said...

Oh my what a powerful piece! Such a fascinating read!

S Jayanth said...

intense...demons out!!!

My take.

Yvonne Osborne said...

No, I don't want the demons to visit. And why does devastation follow the flags of peace? Or preceed them, overtake them?

Trellissimo said...

A little homage goes a long way...

Misky said...

an enjoyable read!

Semaphore said...

Sometimes the undercurrents of a tradition can be much darker than one can fathom. This is the subtle darkness that underlies this poem.

Brian Miller said...

i def like the italicized stanza the best and you set it up well in the opening...demons are there for sure....

Sue said...

I might not understand its significance
yet I cut fruits into strings

Such a powerful image.

=)

Tumblewords: said...

A powerful mantra type poem that sends the soul searching for comfort.