◦↑◦ Phoenix arise ◦↑◦


September 27 by The Running Son


Phoenix Nebula – original by *sirgerg click4source



Phoenix arise

From ash to ash again, yet
hatched singing songs from previous relations,

two wings soar free of generational shackles,
high above ark and dove, beyond empires

of red stars and blue horizons, and of the sun;
you of royal blood, the Purple One.

From the ash you flourished
like the palm. Out of Egypt, and from Babylon

you birthed new fronds, flying while earthen,
fed by the moon, forged first

by iron and mineraled blood,
then by the land-based labor of receiving alms.

Arise from whence you come!
Fire feeds your need to lay waste to nations,

reseed the leftover space forsaken;
tastes of the ages kept deep beneath feathers,

safe from the whims of men
nurturing rust, gathering ash, and shadowing

the fact that atoms before us
rose up and expanded, each by shaking off dust.






by Jim Aldrich (:

Written for the 13th Floor Paradigm Mythology Workshop 2. My prompt: the Phoenix

Note: I composed the poem, then read the rules close… this was to be a “spell”. Oloriel, forgive me! (=



phoenix tattoo by ~oreozili click4source

©2013 JimAldrich

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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  3. Phoenix Icarus 😉

  4. ρöετις says:

    A natural passion
    for creation
    will forsake our
    lust for power
    in the hour
    of our need by
    devouring the impulse
    that drives a
    man to conquer
    all the lands that
    span before him
    and replace it
    with another that
    makes a man desire
    to stand instead
    besides his brothers

    • Land passes us, fast by.
      County to state, to countryside.

      Continents like hands interlace,
      weaving beneath the sea

      as the ground shakes and sighs;
      tears gather in that great

      basin, then by tectonic uplifting
      and the sun’s mothering, become dry.

      • ρöετις says:

        Yet the sky is still collecting
        the vapor of shed pain that
        had dampened darkened
        souls, swollen with despair,
        causing clouds to appear
        and emit a roaring thunder
        as the vapor turns to rain it’s
        pouring down to cleanse,
        these long forgotten lands,
        abandoned so long ago,
        now washed clean of sin
        allowing life anew to grow.

        • And the cycle begins again,
          sin to supplication, sorrow to elation.

          Again the same train leaving
          a similar station boarding similar people,

          needy and impatient, ego
          satiated and asleep in some spacious

          dream-scape, needing to be needled
          awake by a steaming engine at full bake,

          loose steering, no caboose, bad brakes.
          The rail-cars shake. The steam clouds break.

          • ρöετις says:

            I think this caps it off quite nicely Jim! I’ve been so busy as of late I haven’t been able to be on here very much but I didn’t want to let this spark of inspiration i had reading your poem to go to waste so, as always, thank you for making me stop and smell the poetry!

  5. Oloriel says:

    Jim, this was beautifuly profound! I loved your word choice, meaning weaving, formating and they way you intertwined mythology with our real lives and the mythological figure with ourselves and what we do. While reading I kept waiting to see an ingredient, but there were none, only later did I see your apologies below the poem 🙂 It’s ok, don’t stress about it! I am glad that the workshop served to inspire you to write a fabulous piece like this.In the begining there, you say two wings and I emediatly thought of you and your lady and how you are a bird enflamed by love.

    • It is difficult not to write influenced by Rv. Even when they arent love poems, she is in there somehow. It is a power stronger than I am… I simply submit ^_^ Honestly thank you Oloriel. And thanks for not lynching me for missing the main part of the prompt. Next time. (=

  6. Eva PoeteX says:

    Now THIS is profound!

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