st. anthony tormented by demons

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  1. kurenai

    kurenai Well-Known Member

    He walked a monastery garden
    in spring. For him, it was
    a cemetery

    Devout, and offering up
    All the beauty of his life
    Desiring death

    Or something more glorious
    And permanent than his own flesh

    Skin stretched and ripped
    By hundreds of muscular claws---
    Demons
    Of his own designing

    He stares at us
    Expecting nothing. Devoured
    By his own pain, desiring death.

    He hopes that his suffering
    Makes his soul more succulent.

    The demons gnawing blindly
    His face and hair
    They relish the meat beating
    Between his ribs, it resists the most.

    His world is all gray white.
    His face a bloodless rose.
    His back a hardy stalk bent over, diseased
    Bells ringing distant and disharmonious

    He allows the monsters
    The tenderness of his brains.

    A man of strings and tatters.
    Devoured by the divine.

    The memory of pain. Eyeless.
    Sleepless.
     
  2. Astarael

    Astarael Member

    I had a feeling... It takes a poet to properly critique a poet, lol.

    I love the concepts represented here, and the imagery is vivid and tactile! Essence twisting and rending flesh and bone; it's both horrible and beautiful to behold.
     
  3. kurenai

    kurenai Well-Known Member

    Lol, you're probably right about that. Thanks so much for your comment!
     
  4. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    I love the Bosch painting myself, and your poem is a wonderful, surreal complement to that. Thank you!
     
  5. kurenai

    kurenai Well-Known Member

    woah i just looked at that painting in google images... my brain feels like its imploding from seeing it for two seconds. So many colors and bizarre things!
     
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