Alabaster Altar

I cried hot deep
bitter tears – a sacrifice
upon your alter,
ravaged broken body,
cold marble against
warm skin – as I lay
weeping.

Degradation and
humiliation built
these walls
that hold me, but
I remember the
story of the Phoenix
and suddenly find
myself turned to ash.

Doves lift in flight
from silver tree limbs
where gods and demons
frolic, awaiting the
trial in court, where
an alabaster altar
still gleams – ready
for the next sacrifice
of bloody atonement.

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7 thoughts on “Alabaster Altar

  1. Huh. Altars have been cropping up in my mind and poetry too. Just one more proof of the universality of specific expression.

    Thanks for sharing this poem. And by God…keep writing! You have a gift.

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  2. Pingback: Thursday Poets Rally Week 37 (January 13-19) | Jingle

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