Weeping Rubies
A/N: This is a poem about Oedipus and his actions after discovering the torrid truth about his parentage. Again, I'm not exactly brilliant at poetry so please try not to be too critical. My thanks go out to everyone that reviewed 'Kallisti' - you gave me the push to write some more poetry! This poem has some pretty violent imagery so be warned if you have a problem with blood.
The sleek marble of the floor flushes
And turns a deep crimson with shame
Shame at the memory of Jocasta
And her naked form; pale and glorious
Begging for a his touch
For his kiss.
The memory of the Laios' ruby life
Flow onto his spear.
Memories engraved deeply by offending eyes
Eyes that furrow furiously towards madness
He inherited them from his parents.
Deep red poppies of shame
Mar perfect stone
As Oedipus weeps ripe petals
With each recount of his folly
The folly of the victim of the Gods.
Rubies fall from his eyes to dance upon the ground
He is now alone with his misery
And tormenting thoughts, red with grief
He wants a mother's comfort
He howls one final time
And drives the ruby brooch home
Into his cursed sky-blue eyes
To erase those terrible memories.
He weeps without eyes with a tempest of blood
And one beautiful eyes fall to marble ground
Forgotten and hated.
Once as blue as sapphires, now ruby red.
Fists clutch the crimson spring with vicious anger
As the rubies weep with horror
He claws frantically at dead sockets
As empty as a that accursed oracle
Still trying to pull further memories apart
And paint them as red and black
As his vision before it vanishes completely
Still he weeps, for himself, for his father and mother
And pays agonising penance in blood
For a crime that would make all jewelled rubies
Cry slick tears of burning blood in memory.
Soon it is all over.
The brooch lies forgotten and bloody
Its ruby prize glittering with a satisfied smile
The tears of sin stain the ground
Enough to turn pristine flowers red and gory
With the shameful wound.
In darkness and blood he sits alone
Clutching his sockets, empty of salt tears
Filled with deep crimson release
He moans hopelessly and sways from side to side
His grip tightens
And fingers dig sharply into his mutilated face
Horror grows as the ruby tears slip through his fingers
He is alone with rubies and blood
But still ever-tormented by the memories that live eternally
In his mind's eye.
A/N: This is a poem about Oedipus and his actions after discovering the torrid truth about his parentage. Again, I'm not exactly brilliant at poetry so please try not to be too critical. My thanks go out to everyone that reviewed 'Kallisti' - you gave me the push to write some more poetry! This poem has some pretty violent imagery so be warned if you have a problem with blood.
The sleek marble of the floor flushes
And turns a deep crimson with shame
Shame at the memory of Jocasta
And her naked form; pale and glorious
Begging for a his touch
For his kiss.
The memory of the Laios' ruby life
Flow onto his spear.
Memories engraved deeply by offending eyes
Eyes that furrow furiously towards madness
He inherited them from his parents.
Deep red poppies of shame
Mar perfect stone
As Oedipus weeps ripe petals
With each recount of his folly
The folly of the victim of the Gods.
Rubies fall from his eyes to dance upon the ground
He is now alone with his misery
And tormenting thoughts, red with grief
He wants a mother's comfort
He howls one final time
And drives the ruby brooch home
Into his cursed sky-blue eyes
To erase those terrible memories.
He weeps without eyes with a tempest of blood
And one beautiful eyes fall to marble ground
Forgotten and hated.
Once as blue as sapphires, now ruby red.
Fists clutch the crimson spring with vicious anger
As the rubies weep with horror
He claws frantically at dead sockets
As empty as a that accursed oracle
Still trying to pull further memories apart
And paint them as red and black
As his vision before it vanishes completely
Still he weeps, for himself, for his father and mother
And pays agonising penance in blood
For a crime that would make all jewelled rubies
Cry slick tears of burning blood in memory.
Soon it is all over.
The brooch lies forgotten and bloody
Its ruby prize glittering with a satisfied smile
The tears of sin stain the ground
Enough to turn pristine flowers red and gory
With the shameful wound.
In darkness and blood he sits alone
Clutching his sockets, empty of salt tears
Filled with deep crimson release
He moans hopelessly and sways from side to side
His grip tightens
And fingers dig sharply into his mutilated face
Horror grows as the ruby tears slip through his fingers
He is alone with rubies and blood
But still ever-tormented by the memories that live eternally
In his mind's eye.