Mara-The bookkeeper

Wondering in and out of this vast temple

Cruising in circles around its foundations

A band of boys and girls search for a clumsy protector

A kind, rebellious  spirit

A keeper of knowledge, vast valley's of secrets

they're searching for this old girl-This young woman

They seek out Mara-The bookkeeper

She is tall and slender, a face ripe with deception

Her face, plane then frantic then finally happy or sad

Her voice inconspicuous, "How could this be the bookkeeper?"

Where is Mara the Bookkeeper?

One boy saw her walk, run, flee away 

Like a fairy hidden beneath this worlds sheet of glamour

He chased her down, pursuing her knowledge of him

He knows she knows of his transgressions  

His sins, his secrets, his friends and their minds

She is an eternal, a set in place entity of knowledge 

She is Mara the bookkeeper

Where is Mara the bookkeeper? 

I know of this elusive guardian

This young spirit free of careful play

She relinquishes nothing, nothing for her say

Her say in what is recorded

Her say in what is remembered

Her say in what has happened this day

She, however, acknowledges no favors 

She owes few reparations to aimless travelers

She only possesses knowledge, forbidden and tainted

She is the unknowing scribe of this realm 

So as you travel into the core of this place

Deeper and deeper

Keep an eye open, beware and be mindful

Of Mara-The Bookkeeper

Reviews

[Bluemerlin]

I wonder if Mara is death, god, or something inside ourselves, a symbol of memory. All hold nothing but knowledge, owe few reperations, and certainly don't trade in favors. Are we all the temples to find a clumsy guardian inside? Is she trapped to be released, or is she something that we wish to hide away? So many questions, do you have an answer? Does Mara?

[isiah_holmes]

Thank for the review, im glad it kept you guessing. To better explain without relinquishing too much of the magic and mystery that makes this piece what it is, Mara is a person which has something others wish they had, knowledge. Not necessarily knowledge that makes her a particularly intelligent individual, but knowledge of the people and society around her. What she knows is often secret, what she knows could ruin the person she knows of. However, she is only a possessor of that knowledge; she doesn't use it, she rarely exploits it, she only is the vessel for this kind of truth, like a book keeper, she is the guardian of things only she may never know.

[isiah_holmes]

correction, *she is the guardian of things only she may ever know"

[Lacuna Badtz]

You have a great sense of description. You did a wonderful job explaining who Mara is, while at the same time leaving her a bit of a mystery that makes the reader wonder. Great job :)

[isiah_holmes]

Thank you very much, i have a similar poem called Sam-The war child if you could like to give it a look