As the light enters our bosoms
19 January 2025

Tales, one winter, had to be told
of rivers twining of the old
where highest of heat meets the cold
where struck in the head he’s revealed

The Beast is given chance to sway
millions of men just charmed away
serpents slithering find a way
blackbirds flying in sky tremble

Trumpets will sound as he’d be sworn
while purple and black would be worn
their heads then lighter should be shorn
a ritual to be unveiled

A ceremony from times past
as black pope dark shadows would cast
dancing in jigs they would go fast
round and round in circles of blue

We face them now in squares of pink
Though the dark fears our minds would sink
we retrieve ourselves from the brink
where we were facing gaping wound

We’ll find a way to mend the rift
some place to cry and pause to lift
the hearts that weighed and turned adrift
as the light enters our bosoms


Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi poetry challenge using the word “lift” as inspiration. For more poems and information on the poetry form, follow this link: https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/01/15/ovi-poetry-challenge-83-lift-is-your-inspiration/

Reading of the poem:

Jocelyn Pook - Masked Ball