Another Troy

The Oracle is in apocalyptic mode today, reflecting current events perhaps, or simply what my writer’s mind is churning over.

Cry blood
and blood cries back from the purple shadows
in the universal tongue of grieving mothers
tears ripped untimely—

listen to the storm coming
on whose watch will it strike?

We have driven the blue away
poured the honey into the dust
and the only light is red.

When this sun sets will the ache
in the marrow of women’s bones
turn to blows?

Love life less
and the rain that falls will be the deluge
the wild wind that unfurls the ocean
the serpent that laps the moon’s milk
and spits out poison.

There will be no thousand ships for us
but millions
outnumbering the stars.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

21 thoughts on “Another Troy”

  1. ” When this sun sets will the ache
    in the marrow of women’s bones
    turn to blows?” – beautifully but sadly poignant.
    Yes, it is dark.
    We try,
    But the sun
    soaked up the blood,
    and turned red,
    It seems more.

  2. The Oracle is definitely feeling apocalyptic.
    I had the much gentler version with some of the same words, but without so much blood and horror. She must have gotten her rant out with you. 😀

  3. My message from the Oracle today is a kind of questioning from outside looking in to the turmoil of yours. I did, however, write a somewhat similarly themed poem for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday which I plan to post tomorrow. Death–can humans do anything else? (K)

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