Deontological Doubts – Aurora Phoenix

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Deontological Doubts

I run barefoot
past the bronzed statues
idols of deontological divination.
I am a rule-following rebel
tracking muddied toes
between the pews
in which I have long since
refused to kneel.
I gave up self-flagellation
for Lent
the year I was sixteen
though those reflexes
to don needless
sackcloth and ashes
twitch, regenerative,
and the hair shirt
constricts
my free spirited
flights of fancy.
I labor
toward fictional salvation
yoked under twined heritage:
an inexhaustible work ethic
protesting
my non- Protestant roots
while I lug the chiseled tablets
writ with my Catholic guilt.

I have walked the straight and narrow
heel just beyond toe
slow and steady
concentrating
hands held just so
contriving delicate
equilibrium
quivering –
the fallen branch is wobbly
surging water below
frigid, if not deep.
that limb I went out on
felt a mission
no lark nor miscreation.
there was vine-shrouded rot
a shattering fracture
my immersion
was fire and ice
and long cold days in hell.

my moira is yet spinning
in threads of silken sterling
burlap intertwined
shimmering as it scrapes
defenses from my skin.
invisibly tethered
to the spindle and its webbing
I meander on my way.
there is play in the line
so I run barefoot
past the patinaed busts
effigies of deontological deities
laughing with windswept hair
trailing violet petaled poems.

[Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at “Insights from Inside.”]

 

 

 

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

23 thoughts on “Deontological Doubts – Aurora Phoenix”

  1. Aurora don’t think that i haven’t noticed how you’ve shown more emphasis on story with your recent SD posts. I’ve always loved your poetic language, and now you’ve given me more things to love about your work ❤

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  2. Stellar write
    i love the style and vocabulary you weave your poems with.

    “I labor
    toward fictional salvation
    yoked under twined heritage

    “no lark nor miscreation.
    there was vine-shrouded rot
    a shattering fracture

    thers just so many great lines here to choose from
    i’ll take it all lol.

    well penned

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