Eve Of Humanity
(… about me)
strolling through a shady glen is she,
integrity intact.
upon the precipice of a ridge in need,
devout impact.
into those forests like wilder beasts –
butterflies relaxed.
wandering like a vagabond – gone alone
down memory lane.
down boulevards to the house of thrones
where saints doth reign.
beyond the sands of time gone,
withering vain,
until the hour glass gleamed like whittled stone,
shining again.
she whets the appetite of many tired,
piquing curiosities.
she is like chestnuts over an open fire,
seeking liberty.
she is the Eve of a humanity mired –
all about me.
Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke
This poem is part of
Obsession With Technicolor (Preface to a Memoire in Epiphany)
