A first draft for your perusal. Comments are appreciated. Think of this as an online workshop.
"Golem"
that wonderful ruby- has long legs.
Legs composed of lines that could only be rendered by that beatific pen,
journeying ever upward 'til colliding in that efficient juncture with the trunk it so drives forth.
Destiny,
that elusive and hungry golem brought to life by Rabbi Loew
with incantations
and a chicken-scratch tattoo telling only
EMET.
Stomping, fleeing, eating, chasing its creator before it is
MET
by the thumb of a Wednesday priest.
As for this lump of clay,
more kneading and more
breath
may be required. Maybe treat it like glass—
impaled, melted, and then breathed into.
Restored.
For this is a chase that can no longer be pursued;
ethereal ephemera sucking wind along the
bloody trail left by the robust perpetual.
You are not fast
Enough.
1 comment:
Wayne,
I'm enamored with the first line of this poem but can't endure the last line. Get rid of the pause! What about 'And fast you're not'. Another wonderful line 'and a chicken-scratch tattoo telling only'.....lovely and strange. Hope you're doing well. I just bought the new Scribner's Anthology of Short Stories. If you want to be inspired, take a look at THE best short story I've read in a while. It's called 'The Disappeared' by Charles Baxter. I am in love. Keep in touch....
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