Weekly Slop Challenge: Effigy Eulogy Sidle

Weekly Challenge Eulogy Effigy Sidle

How shall I sing your eulogy?
For you're not dead to me
But a vital living presence
That infuses my heart
With a hundred dying hopes.

And though I build and burn
Straw effigies
Saying what's gone is gone
And what's left
Is nothing
Of any use to me

Yet sidles in somehow unknown sighs
In leering tongues
Of  lonely flickering uncertain love
That merciless refuse to die.

Those trampled embers light up
Against stern cold glass
Of strict watchful eye
Ready to stamp out rebellious flames yet
Again, and again
But unafraid of me
Wicked wayward winds,
You never cease to sing and praise
His fame
Ceaseless to fan truant
Futile flames.

Secret stone age
Effigies of those,
Whose unwritten eulogies
May not be named.

©Amrita Valan 2015