“O Absalom! ” A love poem………..

 

Absalom, King David's son, caught by his hair in battle.

Absalom, King David’s son, caught by his hair in battle.

 

Rose from garden ....

Rose from garden ….

O Absalom!

Ensnared by long hair in the

Boughs of an oak,

Pierced through the heart three times–

Shimmer of life now fading.

I,

Pulled into mysteries

So abandoned by love

Now given over to lust

Charged with stolen rapture

Dizzy as a drunken dervish-

One hand upward to Heaven

One hand spilling to Earth

Skirts stiffened with sins hard as stone

Corrupted over a life time and now–

Flayed on an unending mandala.

Mystery of Life,

Unstoppable desire,

O beautiful Absalom,

We float upon a divine river

Entangled in the reeds of human wanting.

This is our nature,

 This our calling while

Flesh answers flesh.

What quarter be given when the heart is

Overwhelmed by passions excess?

Lie still–

Let the waters cleanse our loins,

Mud of the banks soothe our wounds,

Our blood mingle with the floating grasses,

Our hearts sink beneath the surface.

Let the rivers of Babylon

Carry us away.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2010, 2013 , from “A Seasoning of Lust”, 2009, Lulu.com

The Lady Nyo, with glitter

The Lady Nyo, with glitter

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4 Responses to ““O Absalom! ” A love poem………..”

  1. Caliban's Sister Says:

    Breathtaking poem. “Skirts stiffened with sins hard as stone,” what an astonishing metaphorical compression. I loved this poem when I first read it; it’s even more powerful today, as I light my first fire of the season at the end of a long, cold day. Thank you for posting it, how it combines human fallings with leaves, mud of the bank soothing wounds. love CS

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  2. ladynyo Says:

    Hi CS! I hoped you’d like this poem….it’s passionate as are you!

    Lighting the first fire? That is symbolic in most cultures, and should be honorred with something special….

    Thank you so much for reading and your lovely, inspiring comment.

    Love,
    Jane

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  3. TR Says:

    I hadn’t thought of that, but very true lighting the first fire is indeed symbolic in a lot of cultures.
    I loved the last verse – let the waters cleanse our loins, mud of the banks soothe our wounds.
    Love coming here to read and see art.

    xx, TR

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  4. ladynyo Says:

    And I thank you, TR, for coming and reading.

    Hugs, Jane

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