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Why, Mother Cave? /poem
Mother Cave, my mentor, my solace and solitude
Forgive my weakness, my fear, my defeated attitude.
My sorcerer is gone and so is his spells
That stop the asps and fill our wells.
Mother Cave, your silence now sews one single thread
Your speech, your tone, even now seems to be dead.
The water drips as my feeble trolls sip
To live their hour, their only hour at hourglass' tip.
Mother Cave, my lover is smoke and nameless too
I soaked his touch to my eyes of a day so new.
One turn, one glimpse, he vanished like a dream
I ask you now, was this Dark Ruler's deathly scheme?
Mother Cave, where do I now reign?
My servants are now serpents inflicting their pain.
My gates are all rotting and water is dung
An alien crest hangs where father's name once hung.
Mother Cave, from your unknown womb I came
You gave me life, a name, a raven so tame.
So why are you glaring at me so dry
Do you derive pleasure in seeing me cry?
Mother Cave, was I always loyal to you in war and day?
Did I always fall before you suffering from foolish girly ways?
You seem to not hear through stones so harsh
Had you rather know I am dying from a desert march?
Mother Cave, I beeseach you now my mother
I plunge my soul into your years of magic and wonder.
I saw you purge a dragon's nest with only a word
I saw you best a tyrant and made him a hungry bird.
Mother Cave, I never ceased loving you, yes, you
In dark caverns deep, on silken bed I got no sleep.
My satin now is visible rags
My maidens are diseased, worn and spent old hags.
Mother Cave, tell me where I lacked?
Where did I err, what jester did I give back?
What spell was cast toward me?
Open your wells and absorb the rest of me.
Mother Cave, let me float silently downward
Speaking nothing, feeling the past inward.
Settling in darkness quiet
Ne'er feeling the laughter
Ne'er touching your light.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery