For Seven Days the Sky RotsA Poem by The Poetry of Michal (Mitak) MahgereftehAbout the poem: this poem was an assignment about King David during a Jewish writer's retreat in Washington, D.C.
For Seven Days the Sky Rots "O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom..." 2 Samuel 18:33 King James Version
As the hinges of the door screech-open a gravely sound from my breast bone, Absalom, Absalom, my beloved son. Knots of a mourner embed within my soul. I hold the edge of my fresh torn garment, release my sobs into the earth nod pensively till predawn light. Your death ripped my mortality. No prayers to calm the ache but praise and thanks to Elohim until death I’ll shiver to your name, my world was yours, all yours all is in vain without you. Absalom! © 2013 The Poetry of Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh |
StatsAuthorThe Poetry of Michal (Mitak) MahgereftehNorfolk, VAAboutMichal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh is an award-winning poet and artist from Israel, living in Virginia since 1986. She is the editor and publisher of Poetica Magazine, (www.poeticamagazine.com) and author of .. more..Writing
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