Blank Wall

Blank Wall

written by: Zeantier

 

Cream creases weathering paint
Staring back, I rive my eyes
Superseded by mind’s geraint
To let them taint the wall with dyes

Paladins of the metronome
Thrones perched on each maxim’s clomb
Enter the ring with scythes that bleed
Maestro deft of all I heed

Urðr creeps with crawling cape,
Inscribes dread upon my soul
She unhooks my ribs agape
Rips my heart, blood dark as kohl

And lines the eyelids of the wall
With tallies of all tears that stall
Hung on lashes, clings on all
for vain….as they fall and call

to how they bloom on cracks of cream
Tearing my seams,
she deems
those gleams
fair. She plays persephone… reams
these wild blooms of the red bloodstream

Skins me naked to the sheath of my nerves
Render guilt weak to scythe’s curves
Tendons entangled in shame, ensnared
She pulls. Lays them bare, to her stares

And then …….
She recounts:

As Every deed of greed counts
Every selfish need counts
Every time I made a heart bleed……..

…..counts

I paid no heed
Was weak and meek
For creeds and breeds
As they plead need

But every
Single
Tally
Counts

For the added pounds
As my pleas drown

And I search for air
In this Altair
For love and care
But urðr stares

And clips my limbs: the last sacrifice
For this spectacle, she’s made of my vice

And she dons a wicked smile
As her cape trails out of sight
Cells congeal in brief respite
But Skuld descends in wisps of light

She blows mist to soothe the carnage
Perches dewdrops on strewn cartilage
But she, herself, remains suspended
Her shape a subtle dream untended

Cold tendrils barely caress
The bare glottis that prods the rest
Of void left in callous duress
With gurgling cries
under this mess

That weeps remorse
Seeps its course
And screams hoarse
For dreams lost

Within this mirage of a thread
Which disintegrates upon quest
Lest
‘I get ahold
Of metronome…
But dare I be
So cold ‘n bold…?’

Urđr only lets me whisper so much
Under the insouciant span of Skuld
As their eyes speak cold compliance
Upon which rests my muzzled silence

Skuld partakes in immense delight
On leaving my voice, my touch, my sight
Helpless…like Gods upon plight:
Merely rendered cenotaph knights

She strings together beads of hope
With the tether of Urđr’s rope
Sewn in to the wings she made
Clips on me: the Icarus suede

Her eyes curve menacingly
anticipating my flight to light
Over all these trees and seas
All that was made with my blights

Mountains of regrets with bleeding rivers
Under this pavillion of clouds
Constitutes this grandiose picture
Within which Icarus is bound

By the nerves which foretell being singed
I could fly but my hopes hinged
upon it. But then then pendulum ticks
And I claw for escape as I flick

To lie in lull. Let all bequeath.
To finally rest and tilt in sleep,
To escape endless cacophony
Of only dread wherever I leap

Between mounds I curl up and bawl
But I hear tingles between the squalls
Behind the trees Verdandi calls
I blink back to a Blank Wall