Holy Love At Stake
Holy Love At Stake
Quiescent prayer reached the flames in half hearted conviction when
flamboyant immolation reached ‘Gundred’ at the stake of retribution
Should she have been quartered tarred and feathered first to keep the
luscious cleansing fire engulfing her up from ankles to impious mind
was the arcane message to ambivalent for the crowd to understand
Or had she been the one who lead a righteous life ahead of her times
precocious in enlightenment a revolutionary Queen of selfless justice
‘Aelfraed’ thought in bittersweet confusion that the wicked witch had
little chance to float on water or on the ashes to prove guilt or innocence
when tactile palpitations joined him and her across their heart’s desire
They had been lovers for five years of quintessence in pride and greedy
lust shared bed and table where she had mixed her potions for seduction
How he now wished in gluttony and envy that it was him to be eaten
by the conflagration with the raging congregation hurling abuse and
bits of misdirected conscience at the puppet of humbug and hypocrisy
Was it human fallow weakness that made his prayers succumb to doubts
or was it God incinerating his blasphemous Goddess for there was nothing
No relief for ‘Gundred’ with ‘Aelfread’ the forlorn intercessor beseeching
in too moderate modest helplessness standing by his passion numbed he
wondered if he adjured too feebly or why else the Messiah did not heed his call
12th November 2016
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