Red Calypso

Red calypso,

brilliant star.

Forever subservient

to her dark master.

There,

suspended in her pale corona.

Culture and conditioning

her sticky web.

No hope of escape

or flight.

No sound in her scream -

only dry air

in the impossible black.

Vacant possession.

A prison

without walls;

A sentence

without judgement;

A trap

without bait.

Yet,

white hot at the core -

embattled inner energies

abound -

newly rekindled.

Stirring and spinning

crazily inside,

whirling in on themselves.

With nowhere to go.

Her strong outer shell

deftly concealing

the nuclear chaos inside.

This is her private war now.

Only two things can happen:

the spirit will break the mask,

or the mask will break the spirit.

Reviews

[LA Lorena]

smash the mask to smithereens please. the other is really no option at all. and I am such a sucker for the under dog.

This speaks to me on a very personal level, must be my state of mind of late. I almost feel as though I have been given a much needed swift kick in the behind after reading this. I'm sure it was not your intent, but sometimes the impetus for change takes the most unusual form.

[C.R.Turner]

Why the f**k do we spend our whole lives sitting in fantasy prisons of our own making? Just because we are too scared to leave? As Dr. Pepper often remarked, "What's the worst that could happen?"!!

Mind you, he sits inside an aluminium tin, so what would he know?

[Riley Mistwood]

This comment made me laugh :) enjoyed the poem very much

[Mary]

Very beautiful

[C.R.Turner]

Thanks Mary!

[Lover Of Words]

Another good one

[emmajoy]

Maybe patience is an unvirtue in your mind? Seems a sharp contradiction of beliefs in your quite smooth flow of sharp observation, soft phrases with a fierce jolt of completion. Not sure what to make of this but it's different and, that makes it memorable.

[C.R.Turner]

I agree it's a little jumpy in pockets - like a baby kangaroo! :)

[emmajoy]

:) ..