![]() Baffle Furies SpinA Poem by Will Northerner
Baffle Furies Spin © 2008 by Will Northerner
Three sisters of myth Daughters of night Daughters of earth Immortal spawn of Dark planet underworld
Unceasing in anger Jealous Avenger of murder
All come to recline Like horrid chimeras In the underworld of My skull
I love the way Francis Bacon rendered them Flitting by in a blur of oil Wings aflutter too fast to see Bearing savage maws of Razor sharp fangs
Ready to pounce Ready to render Flesh to bone to nothing
Beasts!
Many incarnations Avenging, angry, jealous agents On the prowl
So happens A dear one is soon to be married Another is soon to be divorced
The furies c**k their heads Lick lascivious tongues Over jagged teeth Salivating
For they are quite aware That matters that send arteries to pitter patter with longing and despair Often lead to their favorite delicacy...
Bloody raw heartache
Yes they flap their webbed wings And caterwaul with interest They side step away from The soon to be betrothed But keep a bead On potential quarry As ravenous wolves dog The tracks of an elk They smell weakness in
Being immortal and omniscient and all They know all the secret peccadilloes They see all that has passed And lay odds on future scenarios More accurate than government think tanks
Just succulent h'orderves to them, They go for the divorced meat Gnaw heart sinew to shreds Elicit spurious accusations, The heartbreak of betrayal, Arouse avenging instincts, Figure ways to insert jealousy In the mix
I scamper ‘round wielding a fly swatter “cause they remind me of blow flies The way they converge on emotional carnage
A dead marriage is A dangerous corpse To be sure
Ghostly emanations Come and go Memories of when the marriage was new When hopes and dreams seemed true
Doable
All that surfeit connubial bliss And candy coated endearments Swept away by the furies
Mortal me
My heart is a sponge For strong emotion I encourage my loved one’s hope Just as I try to diminish their pain
Hoping for the best outcome In marriage And Divorce
Spare them pain Is my cloying lament
The furies eye me As though I am completely mad They cackle like frenzied hyenas They shake their buzzard heads
And yawn
© 2008 Will NorthernerReviews
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