Storm of the Monarch

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Why lonely monarch,

wings of spun silk,

spread your flying flags

bright and shining.

You beat so hard against the storm-

searching for your northern lights;

and fall into your fatal flaw,

trapped in the sticky, glowing web,

your beauty ragged worn-

but You are the poet,

You are the painter,

You are the prophet.

Black and lying spider,

the harp is by the widow born.

Where once inspired, 

savage torn.

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Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

12 thoughts on “Storm of the Monarch”

      1. India?? Living there or visiting? Geez..there’s lotsa spiritual energy there, huh?? I read some of your writing..I’m very humbled by it..u have a very lyrical quality with your work..it is passionate and authentic…which is more rare than most would assume..I will be reading more..and will be checking in on your blog often..glad I found ya :-)))

      2. Oh my. That’s so sweet, im much obliged. 🙂
        thank you so much…
        oh I live in india… i belong here.
        and yes, you can expect me hang about the poetic corners of your wonderful blog, much often too!

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