September 27 by The Running Son
◦↑◦ 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! (=
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.