. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Elemental called Misha

Monday, January 17, 2022

The Elemental called Misha




She came looking for me one dark fateful night 



Last June



From the very Flesh of the Lost Gods

She said



Like a magician at around two in the afternoon 



Slowly approaching with a certain swagger 



As if looking for a new acquisition



In the confines of my deepest of sleep



A dark queen 

An Elemental called Misha



Of which there is no opposition 



Dressed from head to toe in purple


Blue and crowned in green ivy



Creating such a fashionable juxtaposition 



Walking as though she was on a secret mission 



Through widened corridors filled with darkened pines



Surrounded and followed by hundreds of lines of sad hollowed out old men who she left


Constantly seeking and thirsting for her divine attention 



As they pleaded and whined



That Lady



Voluptuous and so heart-stoppingly seductive



She now nightly 



Just visits around three am



Where she begs we should stride out like reunited old souls



In indistinguishable old grey and green coats



To soar the lower levels of the Astral Realms



Striking like red spells from baptised bows



Into its viscous ever-spinning rainbows of never-ending Immortality 



Where only the blessed few may go to see its magical Desert Rose



To unspoken places where we would pass shades of long winters 



Once spent whimpering in silence for each other until sounds erupted in chaotic violence 



Leaving them adrift in the swirling smog as they are cast aside



Like deadweights in the fog of the Eternal Gardens 



As old cries are pardoned



When we escape beyond loveless lands filled with strange withering shapes 



To then stride forth like married beggars


The Alpha and her Omega


Lost on one of the Universe's many unreachable railways 


Littered with love letters


 And through its blackest of sludge



Towards the bright lights in the near distance



We should tirelessly 

Arm in arm trudge



Stepping in-between grimy shadows and the hordes of beseeching souls below



Forever bellowing and crying out in unison for all to see


To the trueness of the New Sun 


With shrieks filled with primal fear and ecstasy 

 

As we must fly to where we are appointed to be



Past the grim ashes of damnation which below us will flow 



Where we will watch the hordes like ants go hither and forth



We are destined to share the air of history for a brief moment in its long night



She always preaches



Twins souls who once dared to reach for the unreachable lights 



In another fragmented twilight



Mountains below us will dance a strange Argentine tango as we soar



Dark anxious memories now forgotten



Will lay crying below us


 

Upon Pythorus darkened undulating snake-filled wet 


Black and white dance floors



No more to rise and roar



In the distance

With hands clasped together tightly



We will look deep into each other’s eyes


 

With no signs of resistance or interference as our eyes glow



She says it's a sacred truth


And it's why she always comes around 


To celebrate the day when I know and remember that I have been found



For she feels we'll get there someday



To visit old stalls within strange celestial halls



When we are eventually recalled



The Elemental and her darkened Prince



Who soon will move together forever as one



In DreamLand


For our joining has always been planned by the Unseen Hand


And then I wake 


Always still seeing her 


Standing by the Great Black Gates as the daybreaks


As she smiles and whispers



I'll be waiting

For as long as it takes



Copyright John Duffy

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