Here we are all new and fresh for 2019. So glad you are here. I do have a poem for you this AM. It occurred to me yesterday afternoon and I played with it several time since. Just in case you haven’t been with us in the last month I have been writing about the idea that I was looking for a change in the focus of the blog and also a wish for more poetry. So, we will have some fits and starts I suppose but nothing that will stop us.
So here is my first poem. I’m calling it prose poetry and that may or may not be technically but it is in Felipé World. This particular piece is very knightly as you will see.
Show Me The Armorer
Happy to be able to run along side.
Happy to be doing the damage
That can be done with this sharp stick.
This stick that I snatched in passing
In the wake of this clumsy beast.
Having opened a wound in its flank
Nothing really to what needs to be done
But I persist.
I live to do this damage.
Show me its Achilles heel. Show me its vitals.
I thrust, I thrust and my stick bends and breaks
Having been asked too much
Of its warm hearted spirit.
Maybe I would sell my soul
For a weapon worthy of this work.
I dream of this tool
Made from the metals of the molten earth
Forged into cold hearted death.
It would be capable. I would summon the strength
To wield it. To thrust it so
To make even God shutter.
Show me the armorer that could produce this weapon.
Have him work night and day using the finest materials
And the most unholy secrets.
I run along side the wound I have opened.
“Show me the armorer!”, I yell.
Run cancer run, you cruel beast, do your cruel work today
I have your tomorrow.
Phil Volker Knight Poetica
New Year’s loves, Felipé.