. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Soucouyant

Friday, March 19, 2021

The Soucouyant

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette


Moving extremely cautiously in the severe deadly silence


The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead


Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett


A rare blatherskite whose white emblem appears on the backs of


The Great In-Between black gull's wings


Who just love to gather in huge invisible circles above lost souls 


Like earthly Starling flocks


To crow and sing


Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett


The seasonal bringer of red torches to burn at midnight


By kings

Princesses

Prince's

Peers and Lords


Red torches that would never go out 


No matter even if they got soaking wet 


When she stirs up her twin Sister Anxiety 


To fight in all gathered 


As she's summoned and ceremonially swept up


By her swollen army of mindless hordes


By their pleas

Calling to be re-masked and rebranded


With her new Emotions suit of self-resurrecting armour


Which her faithful armies seek


Full black leather and a two-sided blade and a white candle


Always lit to dispel the darkness 


As old or new emotions cascade 


To help guide them 

A new follower home to atone


After they've been beautifully betrayed


And all their inner larders have been raided


By a conjured blind colporteur


Will you grasp Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett


Shadowy hand to then suddenly hear the summoning anthem


Played loudly by her ethereal band


Like I once did


The forbidden one known only to the few by her real unspoken name 


Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett 



She of the steely green eyes


Who always appears from the West 


Looking for the heartbroken or just depressed


With horse and carriages following her in straight lines


For the soon to be possessed


Stacked high with new flesh suits of black leather 


And carrying white lit candles and sharpened blades


For those lost


Thinking about all the ones who broke the sanctity of their sacred trust


When they were betrayed and waylaid


Who now need a new armour made out of black leather


A white candle and a two-sided blade



After hearing and experiencing the traumas linked to the explosion 


Of one of her hand made emotional grenades



Will you too hear these hissed words


Accompanied by the shrill sound of her ancient bejewelled Shofar


If you to her call


Surrender

Surrender


Will you summon me with your low cries and pleas


The true queen 

All the real honey bees seek


Will you stand and listen as my priestess


Amongst my unvoiced bannerman 


The harsh voiced Sangoma of the Netherworlds


Gathers and commands you to pull on my black leathers


Hold up your white candle and a two-sided blade


And return with her to my home forever 


A new soldier in an invisible army of the betrayed


A place where emotions no longer cause the Amygdala to get wet


For you know and accept no velleity can save you now


Will you follow I 


Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett


Into the sunset to reach a new land


Hidden just beyond The Green Hills in the West


Copyright John Duffy


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