Ghazal

Earth (Ghazal)

 

Tug out the henge stones like loose teeth from wet earth

And hear a low moan of dread from the spent earth.

 

Baked, bare souls kick up rising dust. Dark eyes are

Used to the sun’s grim ache and finding coins in red earth.

 

Fat cherubs coo down from a cathedral sky

Framed by stars like milk splashed on jet earth.

 

The one thousand arms of a lover hold flowers

Dripping putrid oil on eyes, mouth and dead earth.

 

An old woman gurgles a “thank you” or “yes”

As she is lowered into sacred earth.

 

Impress ‘Cecily’ into dry sand with a shoot

Plucked from a remote garden of unfettered earth.

 

dry earth

 

In this poem I wanted to convey a sense of the gothic found in many Psychological Thrillers. I was also interested in the way that ‘clues’ work within the genre to enable the audience to come to their own conclusion and form their own understanding. The different stanzas can be seen to hopefully  act as these ‘clues’ – often the director/writer only gives the audience only glimpses of a greater whole.

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