Since it’s World Poetry Day thought I’d share the poem from my novella, The Mirrored Staircase.
I placed the poem at the beginning of the book, with the reader only having full understanding of it once they have actually read the story. That way it serves as a bit of a mystery.
So yeah, here’s the poem…
Cherokee rose keep the bumblebee buzzin’
How many times this rocker be rockin’?
House be creakin’
Porch be leanin’
all serve Aunt Mama as she be leadin’.
slave for a slave,
all for another honeychild.
Racin’ dog rollin’ down the highway,
roundin’ the bend just a quarter mile away.
Use them Hershey kisses to hook you a catch,
always some stray for the next fillet.
Sweeter than the bumblebee,
hotter than the bait,
take ‘em on up to the reflective gate.
Where he be waitin’,
over the forever maiden,
bloodbath for the lamb,
not of the lamb,
will leave you shakin’.
Ah, sweet bumblebee,
if only I had wings like thee,
to fly away from such horrid ancestry.
But watch yourself with those Cherokees,
they just might lure you to your enemy.
Clear and iridescent,
you be snagged before you know it,
like Aunt Mama’s deceitful webs,
too late by the time she show it.
Destined to keep given up my suga’ for eagle eye cherry?
Or will there someday be an end
to the innocent’s blood berry?
so just keep on hummin’,
song of the lost souls keep on drummin’.
My S.O.S into cyberspace,
origins of the mirrored staircase.
And now, if you wanna crack the hidden meanings, read the prequel…
And its sequel…
The Mirrored Staircase