Thread: Eating the Kingdom

Eating the Kingdom

Cakes and sausages be food for kings.
Rot be food for underground things
in rabbit holes and putrid graces.
Lick the pots clean of kings and underground things
and you will be filled with the knowledge of life
in ghastly places.

Maidens force their bosoms bare.
Mouths take what they don’t need.
Velvet pouches jingle death of a holy creed.

From under the floor and upon it
they take what they don’t need.
Circles drawn around themselves,
they take what they don't need.

Behind dark walls and mouse’s crack
eyes grow green
and watch,
then red
and watch some more.
Lick the pots clean of kings
and underground things
and you will be filled with the knowledge of life in ghastly places.

What a great pleasure to read you again, dear Sondra, and to have the distinct honor of being the first to leave tracks. Love this, without explicit description, you conjure such vivid and rich imagery which is always a testament to a work well wrought. Fine line between rodents and royalty back in the day. Leaving the final line unbroken was wise a decision, wonderful impact there. Not a nit and most certainly worth waiting for. I really do love this, it's burrowed beneath my skin like scabies. Great to have you back, love.

The poem comes alive while reading it, succeeding on its final line admirably. Scary effect indeed. Enjoyed it all the way through...

Wonderful atmosphere, apple! A feeling of depravity and decay, a kingdom falling. Great work.

This was a very entertaining read, apple, almost like a song. Some really vivid images here.
-cae

CHESTERSDAUGHTER, GUMBY AND MARTIN Thank you so much for reading. i'm glad you enjoyed it. It is rather depraved, isn't it. i am glad to be back and hopefully contribute something worthwhile to this wonderful forum.

CAELUM, as I was writing this I had the feeling of a chant with a kind of rythmn and odd placed rhyme. I imagined agitated voices crescendo ing as the poem went on. Did it come across that way to you?

Thanks again, Apple

Sort of. It struck me as having a certain dark sing-song quality, like a witch's chant.