To Liberty

[Leanne]

We salivate

Excalibur
awaits beneath the frozen lake
and taunts the hand that
grips the pen
with lustful rage

The stalwart page
flickers through the windmill’s blades
and shatters white to seven parts
that squirm beneath the skin

The god within
created by decanted ink
roars challenges to servile flesh
which tears
and drips its tender dreams
on newly sacred ground

Unbound
by rituals of bond and vow
and weaponless in servitude

We desecrate

[newsclippings]

Fascinating, i found this very easy to slip through-- the poem is a rhythm. I actually just read it the first time without understanding a single thing (the words were pretty).

I'm actually terrible at critical thinking... but I'm going to tell you that I like the allusion to the seven deadly sins -- is that somehow related to writing (as a profession)? Am I completely off? Wooftie.

Perhaps another few reads.

[rowens]

I think all your poems should have an audio attached. I liked reading this out loud myself, I used my Braveheart voice.

[Leanne]

Fascinating, i found this very easy to slip through-- the poem is a rhythm. I actually just read it the first time without understanding a single thing (the words were pretty).

I'm actually terrible at critical thinking... but I'm going to tell you that I like the allusion to the seven deadly sins -- is that somehow related to writing (as a profession)? Am I completely off? Wooftie.

Perhaps another few reads.

Not completely off at all Don't worry if all you get is a general impression -- I don't believe poems should be riddles, so whatever you take from it is good enough. Thank you!

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I think all your poems should have an audio attached. I liked reading this out loud myself, I used my Braveheart voice.

You have a Braveheart voice? That must be... interesting It only works if you paint your face with woad, you know.

[Keith]

Perhaps seven sins that poetry causes within the poet, der I dunno, I think I've been staring too long through windmill blades, hypnotised.

[Leanne]

The windmills are from Don Quixote really... and when light goes through a prism it breaks into seven colours. Or seven dwarves. Or seven sinning dwarves wearing different coloured shirts. It doesn't matter. We writers, we're just not as interesting as we think we are.

[Keith]

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The windmills are from Don Quixote really... and when light goes through a prism it breaks into seven colours. Or seven dwarves. Or seven sinning dwarves wearing different coloured shirts. It doesn't matter. We writers, we're just not as interesting as we think we are.
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Oh I wouldn't say that, and I've just read your reply as, seven shinning dwarves wearing different coloured skirts, so thats what Im going with

[Leanne]

Good enough

[earlymorningnoises]

"The god within
created by decanted ink
roars challenges to servile flesh
which tears
and drips its tender dreams
on newly sacred ground"

Very powerful stanza. I think hearing this read aloud would shed some light on its true meaning.

[Arriedo]

I loved this. So much. Thank you

[Leanne]

Thanks for the comments, folks

earlymorningnoises -- I don't really subscribe to the school of thought that demands "true meaning" -- if you get *a* meaning from it, that's good enough, even if that meaning is just a general feeling. It doesn't matter too much what was in my head at the time. I will do an audio version when I get a chance.

Arriedo, cheers, I'll buy you a pint for that!

[brandontoh]

I get the feeling that it's about a writer trying to write something. Then again, all the lessons on how the pen is mightier than a sword could have gave me that bias.