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“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s dreams 
rust crumbles to dust

Virulent apathy spreads 
Betrayal’s destruction 
hand in hand with death 
of all that you gave 
to your bantam shadow
arrives all too fast, all too fast, 
nevermore no waking dawn  
nevermore no sleep hugged dew kissed dusk

To wake your bantam shadow 
breakfast then protecting 
hold hands, walk out the gate
escort onto school bus

Thy empty arms clasp
nothing of the Bluebell’s spell
empty heart now bitter 
baby teeth have been replaced, 
then cruelly stolen, strung up 
by The Papillon Boilermaker 
'round a silver bullet crucifix cross 
a bitter gutted soul kept empty 
in a closed glass jar watches Time’s sands fall
an Autumn body turns to rusk

For a cruel stalker 
passive in approach to
sharpen its cur’s teeth on
what you grew in your garden
you should have known better
would never last
the marrow sucked out
swallowed and in the cur’s dirt, passed

A Life is killed 
four quartered and drawn 
cut out of your life 
clean as surgery torn
like a dam crying out for its whelp you are
to a snide neighbourhood with closed ears;
your bantam shadow 
is torn out of your life
by a childless green-eyed spinner 
obsessively coveting your all
the apple of your eye

Your pretty paper dolls all in a row 
all pulled apart
the bantam shadow drugged now
with shiny embellishments
from the singular usurper 
seen walking towards you
from the other side’s murky past

arm in arm now she goes 
with your bantam shadow
on the false golden path

What part of a heart 
in another could one trust?

A slow spreading poison 
over the seed that was sown 
in the garden you nourished and grew
on your own all alone
the interloper spreads its monstrous weeds
o’er what you cherished 
now strangled, blighted and  smothered
by a false mother, overgrown

Lies of the faithless 
dandelions blown hither thither 
legs uprooted wither
Blue Roses with their thorns 
pierce the true mother 
Black Lantana like barbed wire 
strangles a good voice
the sharp thistles 
turn their backs twist and roam

Poisonous slugs from 
a manipulative tongue
slide over what remains like Corpse fauna 
caste and covered in sticky web 
true purpose in life now cannibalised
disintegrates your garden, all goodness uprooted, 
plucked to steal the flower grown intrauterine 
now walks hand in hand with evil, in your stead

out the garden gate 
lost in Medusa’s counterfeit countenance
in the bogus golden black time
maggots feast on the alienation 
sent from the thief’s covetous mind

Trampled and stolen, what grew 
in the Golden Chord Garden
that precious bloom
a decade and five 
bantam shadow in time
the garden, becomes barren and dry, 
ripped without thought
a tear in the fabric of what was beautiful, 
what once was freely mine
now not mine, is without true freedom, bought 

The one you once called Home 
without a backward glance, 
does not hear your silent cry
disloyalty sown
a stringent salt stinging 
alienation owned

Through bruised veins unity is stopped still
embedded with falsehood’s fungus like an infection

Medusa, the gold holding great manipulator
turns and she stares back at you
“My child forever, the child is now mine, 
‘twas never yours to begin with, 
‘twas just a matter of playing nice 
sitting at your table,
like trusted confidante
fawning, smiling, biding my time”

The Serpent smiles, it slithers away
with your child in it’s fangs
It slithers away, it closes all doors
Somewhere inside the Lion is silent
it no longer flies on heavens wings, 
Aslan no longer roars 
Endless Dark Night swallows Dark Day, 
all this Medusa has kept secret, 
behind sealed doors
she laughs all the way

What part of a heart, 
one implores,
in another could one trust?
You see the child in your eyes
turn to stone, your dreams all
crumble to dust

What part of a mind 
in another, could one trust? 

Your April in her Prime’s reflection
could that one you trust?

When love like a loose loose thread
The Golden Chord, 
once true golden and strong 
is not held closely, 
‘tis now close to dead
slipping through your 
bantam shadow’s fingers, 
in swift time its sweet lifeline is lost
hatred and the great falsehood is fed

Lessons and warnings all forgotten
The past and rosy future all dead

Truth given freely, 
the past now ignored, 
disrespected and scoffed 
your world torn from your arms
Your Golden Chord cut and burnt for a kill, 
then trust, like a burning iron sceptre 
dropped covered in blood
Medusa, victorious,
holds aloft your mind 
she decapitated just for her thrills
she then takes over your throne
you're handed a bottle of pills
swallowed to sleep forever, 
taken swiftly like words
one at a time

On the winds of wanting
what now lies buried to your heart
gone missing in all songs
stands before a mirror 
now she moves away from 
the false mother, gone is Medusa.
The one missing stands truly free
independent apart
fully mature and unknown
in her eyes your shadow 
is called, you hear 
your name whispered 
while she speaks 
to her mirror 
on a reflecting wall
she calls Home

she remembers you
a voice from her past now fully known
not forgotten at all

this is where 
your good soul finds true home

Your good book is written 
then in another time, 
when you are long gone
and two ghosts are haunting two homes
sitting in gutted harmony
broken hearts and lost time like a cancer
burns through two ghosts 
like a twisting church fire 
romancing all necromancers
through nights in your bed
there the truest tears of lost love 
visible becomes Golden Chord, 
the lost thread Angels sing 
all around you in choirs
your madness through turmoil is bled

the phantom’s story
will be seen, heard and read

Love in your shadow’s memory 
was severed

Two Ghosts :

The bantam shadow, lost
The True Mother, dead

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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