It’s poetry Wednesday, hosted by Sans Souci!
Here is a poem I wrote a few months ago, and of which I was reminded after observing a scene on the way to work this morning.
Labrys*
Slice through the torpid flesh
With blade sharp shining;
Unwind the thread that leads deep underskin.
Explore interior cellular winding passages
Until you find the beast within residing.
You need to sharply think, be sly,
So as to slay the monster in the labyrinth;
The labrys raised and ready poised,
The brutish head to cut without delay, no pity.
Once beast is killed, once body is freed,
The maze’s secrets will be yours.
Clarity, wisdom, perception, care,
As soul lies bared and reason rules the day.
But then the bloodied double-axe will seem
Not so much a heroic implement of deliverance,
As an assassin’s vile weapon stained by the blood of passion -
And passion’s execution is a wasted crime.
Rust stains on the stainless steel of conscience will appear.
*A labrys is a double axe that was used in Minoan rituals. The labyrinth is literally "the house of the double axe".
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