Glopowrimo 29

Glopowrimo 29 My name/legend

Total facts known about Amrita

Mother is a tongue I spoke
Chez Moi on the back of memories broke
An invalid bed
Sunlit memoirs of heart and head
Mother is my
Treasure chest
And why this ship sails.

Father is
Both trick and treat
Lozenges and lollipops
When I was ill
Eye of life's hurricane
Centre that keeps me still.

Father is faith
Life must be bade
To do my will.

My home, thought bubbles
Of memories
Of irridescent hues
Shape shifting prismatic spheres
They sift truth from oceanic
Whitewashed blues.

My beloved
Is a love song
A prayer on paper
A Muse demanding rapier
Who sheds light with blood
Coral red upon foamy seas
Peace and acceptance
Life drunk to its very lees

I am Amrita
I am
Victim and victor,
I'm unworthy gladiator
Thrown in the arena
In the hunger games of life
Scorched by fire that cannot burn
Quenching thirst on the brink
Of devouring deluges
Drowning for deliverance.

How did I begin?

Mystery sighing softly
A whisper begging revelation.
Truth mating destiny.

How will I end?
When river has danced itself dry
Redemption at the sea shore
Shells sparkling
My oceanic lore
When all my labours of love
Have been fulfilled.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017