I sit now
reclining at an
expansive, sturdy, ancient
cedar wood table
rich and fragrant
finely carved with fantastic scenes
dancing in the candlelight
· · ─ ·𓊯· ─ · ·
as a shared banquet meal
is set before me
grease dripping from roasted fowl
platters toppling with
rooted vegetables and fragrant chopped herbs
sprinkled about them, surrounded with
every manner of healthful
nourishing accompaniment
to complete this victory feast
· · ─ ·𓌉◯𓇋· ─ · ·
my cup of wine
not just filled to its tall
widened brim
it refills on my every whim
friends and allies
gathered round in my midst
embracing in frivolity
· · ─ ·𐃯· ─ · ·
every one retrieved from
shadowy hunting grounds
pulled at their lowest point
from beneath the fiend’s
sharpened knife
· · ─ ·🗡· ─ · ·
we sit and break bread
in valiant celebration
as the brigands and marauders
who sought to rise up
in violence and vile corruption
are led one by one in chains
forged of the same heavy burdens
once binding our souls
· · ─ · ⚯ · ─ · ·
all now kneel on
a fine hand-loomed carpet
The Tree of Life
an intricate
abstract representation
of the circle, the cycle
in which we're all
integral players
· · ─ · 𖣂 · ─ · ·
in sight of their once
hulking forms stripped of power
humbled, pending their final meal
their penitent prayers are
like the easing susurrus
of a forest brook
or the wind rustling through
the greenest meadow
cradled in the bosom of
the tallest peak
K.B. Silver
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This poem was written as a meditation on Psalm 23.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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That was written so beautifully! I could almost taste the foul.
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