The One Who Knocks
Devotion will not stand impotent at the door
But burn Olympian, bringing all else to ash,
That low earth that births mankind and repents the whore
And sets the root of acorns grown to oak and cask.
Devotion will not stand impotent at the door
But burn Olympian, bringing all else to ash,
That low earth that births mankind and repents the whore
And sets the root of acorns grown to oak and cask.
Sick hands claw for a crutch, yet stumble onwards still
Among those that create no better fate or form
For broken seeds that lay on stony grounds and shills
Buried in things yearned for but yet unknown.
Here is where their will shall set them
Loves Iskra as their creed and lore
Inexorable are the tender-hearts
That live for this and nothing more.
About Me
- Elizabeth Manuel
- Yorkshire, United Kingdom
- Born Elizabeth Maiden, one of four children, I have written poetry since the age of fourteen, although it didn't occur to me till recently to save or share the things I wrote as I never imagined as a young adult that I I would ever want to share my deepest thoughts with anyone. Now I keep my poems as a sort of shorthand diary of key moments from my life. My hope is that other 'poets' might derive some pleasure and comfort from mutual recognition of feeling expressed here.
