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"The Cauldron"
Original 18x24 Acrylic on Panel by Ejay Khan
Inspired by poem by Kurt Erhard Berger, dear friend and poet who has passed over. This is in his memory, and I know he is smiling.
By Kurt Erhard Berger
Tsssssss!
The
cauldron is ready
heated by the sun of each new day
the essence of all life
painful
to the touch of tender hands
the village elders
dry skinned and withered
sit
stirring
Fetch me the moon
soft
curves seducing the night
second only to the wooing of lovers
beads and
body fluid left behind
to become the glistening dew
upon the early morning
grass
Run into rivers
flowing to
fill the salty ocean
waves lap in past rhythmic motion
the silent secrets
in the lives of children
not knowing what they hear
the village elders
dry
skinned and withered
sit stirring
Catch
me the sky
that flutters amongst the wings of birds
above my own temptations
larger
than all life
where the cries get lost in the darkness
and clouds block
out all meaning
the wind whispers names of plenty
Hopes
become jumbled voices
reaching out to no one
as we coil down with strangers
seeking
many answers
(if only for one night)
the village elders
dry skinned and
withered
sit stirring
Harness the
stars!
in twinkling mockery
each an eye
peering down from the darkness
knowing
all loneliness as their own
wishing upon each one of us
Washed
away like patterns in the sand
within the tide of dawning day
candles wick
still smoking
lost friends and lovers
sleepless nights forever burning
the
village elders
dry skinned and withered
sit stirring