Who I Am

I carry in my blood the might of the khans
Born on horseback, racing through the steppes
Merciless
Tangra is my father
Horse-tailed spear in hand
The eagle on my shoulder
I forged history
 
Mothered by Lada
She smothered my skin in honey
And painted my lips the colour of spring
She stole my father's eyes
Gave me the power to tame nature
To nurture
A womb to create immortality
 
Within me beats heart of a poet
Weaved by strings from Orpheus's harp
The rhythm of a Thracian maiden song
Soaked in sweet wine
Frenzied and intoxicating
Like Dionysius dying and reborn
In fertile blood
 
I am an enigma
I carry encoded within me
The power of the quill, mightier than the sword
The weight of the cross, many a time burned but undiminished
The glory of victory, eternal and ephemeral
The agony of defeat in the face of blind armies
The agility to conquer through adapting
 
So ask me not who I am
For I am anyone
And I am everyone
I am who I want to be
All I could be
My blood
Me

Reviews

[PianoandPage]

you write with presence. i could *feel* wardrums building behind this write.

i love your use of mythology and history to weave a thunderous statement of "I AM!".

we are all epic and all encompassing. you pen confidence and write beautiful lines.

like,

"She smothered my skin in honey
And painted my lips the colour of spring" - gorgeous.

[Blue Sky]

A most powerful sweep with words
a fine piece of work!

[Tomás Ó C..]

For one with English as a second language, you never fail to amaze me with your use of the tongue.

[Dianne]

Wow! Awesome, powerful and passionate, I had to add this to my favorites. I don't know much about poetry but I can feel this pulsing in my blood.

[Michael X]

epic insight- opening with statement defining what power and might courses your veins central to
existence, the opening stanza reflecting the future warrior in detail, describing the fathers quality,

written with a sense of heightened imagery, encapsulating the mother's worth placed upon creation,
the nature of being, followed by every heartbeat expressing the nature of a poet's history, every

word's a footstep walking life's path toward ultimate awareness. I really enjoyed reading the quality
Take Care, Mike

[Alexander Wolf]

Whoah, what a battle cry.
Its got a really immediate sense to it; like a speech said to a group of soldiers.
"So ask me not who I am
For I am anyone
And I am everyone
I am who I want to be
All I could be
My blood
Me"
The pace at this points slows down so that the final words rings out and hit
home hard.
Captivating read.