Tartarus-Perhaps We Should Not Be So Quick To Judge
Protection lies above the waters.
Where the rivers flow around,
Tartarus is found.
Deep,
with fallen angels
hanging like spiders from their web
above liquid repercussions.
Floating overhead,
Seraphs,
feeling some of the emotions
of human siblings.
They watch grievously as the ferryman,
lacking in joy,
conveys the sorrowful downstream on Acheron.
At Cocytus,
cold be her waters,
they linger above those icebound
as a result of wings and slender bodies.
Hovering over quick and streaming Lethe,
Celestial beings will sleep
until called forth to defend us in the Great War.
The whorling cauldron of Phlegethen
lies prone beside Styx
and the Thrones drift above
the river coiling
like smoky corkscrews rising.
Styx separates Hades and Earth,
where Charon does double duty,
and those with metal stamps upon their tongues
stream below the hovering Dominions.
The Powers, who are not within fire or ice,
once dishonored and shamed,
will one day rise to help us defend our very souls.
Our sacred brothers, come to redeem their own.
Protection lies above the waters.
Where the rivers flow around,
Tartarus is found.
Deep,
with fallen angels
hanging like spiders from their web
above liquid repercussions.
Floating overhead,
Seraphs,
feeling some of the emotions
of human siblings.
They watch grievously as the ferryman,
lacking in joy,
conveys the sorrowful downstream on Acheron.
At Cocytus,
cold be her waters,
they linger above those icebound
as a result of wings and slender bodies.
Hovering over quick and streaming Lethe,
Celestial beings will sleep
until called forth to defend us in the Great War.
The whorling cauldron of Phlegethen
lies prone beside Styx
and the Thrones drift above
the river coiling
like smoky corkscrews rising.
Styx separates Hades and Earth,
where Charon does double duty,
and those with metal stamps upon their tongues
stream below the hovering Dominions.
The Powers, who are not within fire or ice,
once dishonored and shamed,
will one day rise to help us defend our very souls.
Our sacred brothers, come to redeem their own.
Linda Imbler
Linda Imbler is a Kansas-based Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee. Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. When not writing, Linda is an avid reader, classical guitar player, and a practitioner of both Yoga and Tai Chi. In, addition, she helps her husband, a Luthier, build acoustic guitars. Linda enjoys her 200-gallon saltwater reef tank wherein resides her almost 19 year old yellow tang. A retired teacher, who began writing in earnest in January, 2015, Linda believes that poetry truly adds to the beauty of the world. Much of this beauty she feels can be found in the night sky and, on warm nights, her telescope serves as inspiration for this belief.
Linda Imbler is a Kansas-based Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee. Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. When not writing, Linda is an avid reader, classical guitar player, and a practitioner of both Yoga and Tai Chi. In, addition, she helps her husband, a Luthier, build acoustic guitars. Linda enjoys her 200-gallon saltwater reef tank wherein resides her almost 19 year old yellow tang. A retired teacher, who began writing in earnest in January, 2015, Linda believes that poetry truly adds to the beauty of the world. Much of this beauty she feels can be found in the night sky and, on warm nights, her telescope serves as inspiration for this belief.
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There is a story in this poem that makes it seem bigger and more impactful than mere verse.
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