Two Who Should Not Be Forgotten
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1. Ferdinand
An evil man escaped Inquisitions'
waves of flames in a chapel vestibule.
A cloaked man towered over him with eyes
the coldest northern horizons of blue.
His stare ensnared the evil man while he
questioned him in the local dialect.
The evil man, relaxed, waxed eloquent
of a job-well-done disposing of one witch
and her mandolin-playing warlock pimp.
The cloaked man listened with feigned complaisance.
The evil man smiled, "Of course, with them gone,
the village is safer for all children."
Of whose child do you speak, thought the cloaked man,
considering what you just attempted.
2. Eva
While Ferdinand stilled the prey in his stare,
behind the door in an adjoining room
passed another towering cloaked figure.
He smelled gianduja before he saw her.
Putrified flesh scent filled the vestibule,
but only the evil man could smell it.
He covered his nose with both of his hands,
but his hands smelled of decayed excrement.
The evil man struggled to find clean air
not resigned to permanent misery.
The cloaked man left to find his wife behind
a rosebush inhaling it's Spring sweetness.
For the rest of that life the evil man
smelled and tasted putrescence in all things.
A little background below I posted on a different site. I wanted to reformat it so it's more consistent with the poems above, but I think you may need this to understand what I wrote above:
Bibliobella Before the Beginning-
Bibliobella waited at the stake.
Her hands tied behind her back. Her head shaved.
Smoke rose from under her feet. A young girl
cried. Bibliobella heard a dog roar.
She met her fate screaming at an evil man
promoting the “virtues” of stupidity
to win an inquisitive position
about 500 or so years ago.
Before the smoke choked her she mouthed a poem
three times in three different languages.
A poem about herbs, knowledge, and magic.
When she stopped her eyes darkened as pure night.
In an alley drawing furiously
crouched a man with vestments of the clergy.
First, he outlined a painting. Then he drew
Bibliobella with bread in her hair.
Then he drew a symbol for great fire.
Next he drew a symbol for carved wood.
The crowd stirred as flames curved towards the clouds.
The crowd howled as blood-red sparks flew in waves.
Behind the chaos Bibliobella
melted from the stake hidden safely in
a drawing rolled into a tube and kissed twice.
Within the chaos the man threw the tube
next to the wooden effigy which smelled
of basil. He walked towards their village.
Paolo Left the Scene-
Paolo returned to monastery grounds
ornamented in the first flush of Spring.
He folded religious garments borrowed
from a priest in exchange for basil seeds.
He opened his mandolin case and strummed
songs native to Bella's favorite homes.
Songs of fresh baked bread and roasted chestnuts
she hummed during festivals and street fairs.
Three murderers hidden near Paolo's
rows of red tulips swiftly descended
like a flock of silent vultures.
Basil plants greyed with an unexplained weight.
As Paolo lay dying a stranger
embraced him in the scent of gianduja.
An evil man escaped Inquisitions'
waves of flames in a chapel vestibule.
A cloaked man towered over him with eyes
the coldest northern horizons of blue.
His stare ensnared the evil man while he
questioned him in the local dialect.
The evil man, relaxed, waxed eloquent
of a job-well-done disposing of one witch
and her mandolin-playing warlock pimp.
The cloaked man listened with feigned complaisance.
The evil man smiled, "Of course, with them gone,
the village is safer for all children."
Of whose child do you speak, thought the cloaked man,
considering what you just attempted.
2. Eva
While Ferdinand stilled the prey in his stare,
behind the door in an adjoining room
passed another towering cloaked figure.
He smelled gianduja before he saw her.
Putrified flesh scent filled the vestibule,
but only the evil man could smell it.
He covered his nose with both of his hands,
but his hands smelled of decayed excrement.
The evil man struggled to find clean air
not resigned to permanent misery.
The cloaked man left to find his wife behind
a rosebush inhaling it's Spring sweetness.
For the rest of that life the evil man
smelled and tasted putrescence in all things.
A little background below I posted on a different site. I wanted to reformat it so it's more consistent with the poems above, but I think you may need this to understand what I wrote above:
Bibliobella Before the Beginning-
Bibliobella waited at the stake.
Her hands tied behind her back. Her head shaved.
Smoke rose from under her feet. A young girl
cried. Bibliobella heard a dog roar.
She met her fate screaming at an evil man
promoting the “virtues” of stupidity
to win an inquisitive position
about 500 or so years ago.
Before the smoke choked her she mouthed a poem
three times in three different languages.
A poem about herbs, knowledge, and magic.
When she stopped her eyes darkened as pure night.
In an alley drawing furiously
crouched a man with vestments of the clergy.
First, he outlined a painting. Then he drew
Bibliobella with bread in her hair.
Then he drew a symbol for great fire.
Next he drew a symbol for carved wood.
The crowd stirred as flames curved towards the clouds.
The crowd howled as blood-red sparks flew in waves.
Behind the chaos Bibliobella
melted from the stake hidden safely in
a drawing rolled into a tube and kissed twice.
Within the chaos the man threw the tube
next to the wooden effigy which smelled
of basil. He walked towards their village.
Paolo Left the Scene-
Paolo returned to monastery grounds
ornamented in the first flush of Spring.
He folded religious garments borrowed
from a priest in exchange for basil seeds.
He opened his mandolin case and strummed
songs native to Bella's favorite homes.
Songs of fresh baked bread and roasted chestnuts
she hummed during festivals and street fairs.
Three murderers hidden near Paolo's
rows of red tulips swiftly descended
like a flock of silent vultures.
Basil plants greyed with an unexplained weight.
As Paolo lay dying a stranger
embraced him in the scent of gianduja.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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