To Be Kept In The Librarian's Poison Cupboard
by Theresa C. Gaynord
Beyond the shackles of practical morality
the emancipated consciences of the faithful
that the dove above the head of Bacchus
was in fact the first-begotten love.
Antiquity humanized the serpent and the bull;
She as water in nature, the parent of all things.
He as fire, the primary essence of the active male.
Forever mapping the differences between them.
Discourses of profound judgement,
acuteness and erudition,
unfolded theories of hoary truths
unusual and sometimes questionable
in groping, fumbling evidence and approach.
Blessed with seeing and studying emanations of genius
Rowbotham emerges to prove his eminent usefulness
refuting the roundness of the Earth.
Candid is my view that the point is of no importance
for I take practical lessons in taste from Hume,
that all principals on the division of the sublime
exist merely in the mind which contemplates them.
To me the Earth is but landscape
full of visible qualities,
of picturesque beauty
that separates all from others,
with unison of sympathy
of cause and effect.
© 2020 Theresa C. Gaynord
Theresa likes to
write about matters of self-inflection and
personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of
body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan
nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete
gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be witch and a poet.
(within the horror writing community).
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