THE RIVER- A Gothic Tale
The River (a gothic tale)
“Tonight the River
looked so cool & black
She reminded me of you,”
I told her,
“The way you always slink around so slow,
those slender curves casually carving
a serpentine course
both placid and powerful
thru the landscape of my living room.
Dressed in shades of Obsidian
(the coolest thing this side of Oblivion),
your pale skin shimmers like the Moon
or the Halogen Lights reflected
on those dark and silent waters”.
She sank down deep in thought
at my strange Tribute,
her straying fingers lit a cigarette like
wavelets from a passing river boat,
the rhythmical movements
rippling along mysterious riverbanks
soft with Midnight moss.
If you sought her in the Mountains,
I thought later,
far from the city night, you would see
she is a young and silly river still
as she rills her sinuous,
curious way to the Sea.
Somewhere giggling streams arise in meadows
and glide smooth as oiled osmosis
over rainforest rocks,
manifesting rainbows in the spray,
as she inexorably winds her way
through tea-tree tinted creeks
to mangrove deltas funky
with the ripe scent of organic processes,
making toward whatever Ocean
that it is she seeks.
But for now we are far from the Sea,
and it cools the weary eyes
of thirsty travellers
to rest them awhile
on these dark, midnight waters,
and contemplate drowning in them.
Careful where you wade my friends,
here Narcissus met his end,
Broken Glass, brittle barbs
and old, discarded needles lie
beneath the black, omnivorous mud
that can swallow you slowly
or at a gulp
as the Tide turns quickly around you..
Yes, beneath the River’s dreaming, mirror surface
are hidden depths you would never suspect,
and it is here she hides her secrets;
and her silent thoughts protects..
The Reverend Hellfire is a respected, former frontline journalist who covered the late 20th century Poetry Wars that erupted in fashionable inner-city enclaves thruout the nineties. In his retirement he has taken to cultivating and catalogueing the rare fungi that grow in his under-ground Doomsday bunker. Currently under siege for the 325th day by Federal Authorities for failure to pay parking fines, he has emerged as a spokesperson for the Mentally Unbalanced throughout the World.
Takes no prisoners.