poem: Vessel

just a vessel

vessel

I’m just a vessel

another vestal

black eyes like pools of depth

will signify their entrance

be they demon, god, or dead

you shall not ask of me

but ask whate'er divinity

fills my throat and twists my form

just a vessel

easy come and aching go

kept hollow in a gate

respected and restrained and robed in white

just a vessel

they crown with ivy leaves

holy grail to inundate

respected and restrained and gone stark white

I’m just a vessel

a virgin vestal

the ink i lay on scroll

i author not at all

some thunderous guest scowls

i comprehend indeed

but my ivy-tied hands would bleed

if i even thought to intervene

Vestal, Village: art & poem

"Faith"

Vestal, Village

"Vestal, the village
The village, go there
And take the heads of four villagers in the square
Do this for four months
Vigorously
And do not ask why
This I command of thee."

But, Vesta, this is not in my vows
Why would I sever innocent crowns
"Because I say to do so now
Should you disobey, my wrath rains down"

They are still living then
After the severing
The blood trail
Behind my sandals
Some of their tears,
Mingling
My goddess, the heads still cry
And yet they do not curse my soul

"The faces forever cry
Because, again, I say so."
(c)2010 LuzBriar (HollieHolmes)