. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Are you one of The Ficta Crew

Saturday, August 13, 2022

Are you one of The Ficta Crew

 


Press play before reading. Salute.



(A lone voice whispers)



In the graveyard shift


Do you

The old or new hands


Young or even older poets or writers 

Songwriters 

Singers

Lyricists or filmmakers


Seek and use profound delicate words like a mage or sorcerer 


A blessed mystical physician


Who carefully merges consonants and vowels 


With an invincible wand


With soul bringing satisfaction 


Like the proud leader of a Sunday morning marching band 


Or one that forms intense bridges to happiness that must be metaphysically crossed


To escape from fatal feelings filled with juxtapositions 


To help the lonely souls reading or listening 

But all watching 


To find a plateau to distract themselves from the sounds of the ever-ravenous world 


While the rising Wolf Moon and Suen 

The Sun 

Smile in hunger and watches 


Transfixed


As Father Times 

Runes and magical symbols


Trapped with its minutes and seconds 

Burns


Like Raidho




The rune of travel

Rhythm and ritual action

An integration of all aspects of the soul


A literal journey to another place that can help other spirits grow



Slowing down the ceremonious absorption by hidden vampire entities


As they seek spiritual essences to be endlessly consumed



Are all like you 



Just the true kings and queens of the ancient art of the Latin world called


Ficta


When they choose to use it 


Which swirls in the Universes fast flowing flux


Translated for the Uninitiated

As


Make Believe 


Because they're so skilled at making things up without a fuss



That can sometimes bring solace and comfort to those 


Who needs something emotional to help carry them through the low hours


And change their mood by its connective emotional power



Especially at dawn

Midnight or dusk


When old painful sensations can suddenly bloom like an irremovable wound


Beginning in any unwanted morning or afternoon


From heartbreak

Grief 

Lost love

And silent yearnings


So are you one of The Universal Ficta crew


Those extraordinary souls who bring a burning glossy torch


Lit with incredible connective words


To create a raging maelstrom

A holy conjunction


To help those who need solace


To guide them through a depressing or desolate night


Wherever they are


As the four winds blow


Filled with golden and silver visceral invisible kingdoms conjured


And summoned

Through the magical transforming spell called Ficta



To help them heal and face this realm of many challenges and characters as they try to renew


I can only pray and hope you carry that torch


Everywhere you go before you turn to grey dust


Until next time

Your friend on the blue bridge of hope and creativity


Hiding in the Great In-Between

Waiting to see what you produce


Your eternal friend who you may call Benedictus


(C)

Copyright John Duffy



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