Badamdar
Imagine, for a moment,
that you're reading this poem
in a hotel room
somewhere in a satellite state
of the former Soviet empire.

On the walls are an etching of oil wells
and a crudely painted still life with fruit.
From the window you can see a small lake
utterly despoiled
where flies breed on rotting fish,
frogs feed on flies
and snakes eat frogs.

It's so hot outside. 
No clouds at all these past few days
and the bare rocky landscape debilitates.

Here, in this place, I must find God.

I unfold a coloured cloth on the table
to demarcate some kind of altar.
On it I place two candles,
three statuettes
a necklace in blue and white
dedicated to a Goddess of the Sea
some good luck charms
a tarot pack
and other tools of my art.

I anoint myself with sacred herbs.
I light the candles,
put on the necklace
follow in my mind the sacred labyrinth
til I reach the centre and can see Her face.
I raise my magic wand and praise Her,
then we talk
and She teaches me
and I am happy.

Tomorrow I'll be in some oilman's office
discussing industrial safety.
I will not tell these people
how I stay sane.


Comments:
 
Trini_belle25   Trini_belle25 wrote
on 9/24/2012 8:12:52 AM
I love this piece. It's well written, descriptive and honest - thanks for sharing...

TheTraveller   TheTraveller wrote
on 9/7/2012 2:27:14 PM
I liked this poem. "Here, in this place, I must find God" was a good line. I guess because I'm presently thinking the same thing.

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Work in progress. Written in Baku, Azerbaijan, August 2012.
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