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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Holy Fire (Ergot Sclerotia)
by Alina Măciucă
Glorious butcher of dreams.
Not our sins, but our bread
In death and madness has united us,
Stormed our flesh and spirits.
Sorrow bringer, enclosed us into an
Arabesque of pain.
Colossal scourge, you have consumed us in
Ecstasy, and blackened our limbs with
Fiction © Copyright Alina Măciucă
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More about Alina Măciucă:
Alina Măciucă enjoys reading, writing, buying odd trinkets, and taking photos of beautifully decaying buildings. She has formally studied religion and hermeneutics at the University of Bucharest, and really has a thing for the Greco-Roman mysteries and Gnosticism, as well as for Renaissance magic. She lives in Bucharest with her very supportive boyfriend, their two cats, and an ever-expanding vinyl and book collection.
A fantastic poem.
Damn! Wat to come in on fire! I love this!
You got me so excited with this poem I forgot how to type 😀
Really clever and imaginative work – love the link between the image of the mill and ergot – powerful.