Brishma's Bed of Arrows

It seems you practiced asceticism:

   stood in one toe in the snow

   for seven and ten years

  to learn the secret of my death.

Then there, one day, you struck me

With your hundred thousand arrows

In such full accuracy,

No space in my body

Thicker than two inches

Was not pierced;

I fell from where I stood,

Lying fully supported by

The sharp-edged shafts, with

No part of my body touching the earth--

 

And, I remain lying,

Alive but dead.

 

 

Reviews

[Corset]

Belle this is such an intriguing write, and not only does the story of the mans sacrifice of abstinence for the better cause , one of loyalty, ring so true in this and his suffering at the door of death but also it brings to mind the nine of swords from the tarot deck, I wonder how many will read this and truly understand the depth of it. This is poetry IMHO

[jacob erin-cilberto]

not a big fan of mythology..but i like the wording in thid Belle...

very strong imagery...gives me a vision of your vision.

jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i'm still digesting this...i really like the eerie picture you paint with these words...love almost as a religious experience..but part of it...there must be pain...

[Belle]

Thank you for your words. There are days when I feel hating myself finding most of my poems having common theme : pain, only to realize at the end of the day that I can not write other than anything, because we are only here to share what is truth from us, well apart from the reason that writing gives me cathartic effect.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and truth helps others best...as Sylvia Plath said..."readers want to know from someone who has been there and felt the worst"