Thursday, November 23, 2006

The Third Child

The Third Child
by Stobblehouse

when the pale blood of the mother
runs freely on husky tiles
and the skies turn black and ultramarine
the third child will rise

when the white birds of the sea
coming calling far inland
searching for new minds
and night creatures shuffles
in the day time

when old walls grow stronger
against expectations
and the fields yield a mighty harvest

the third child will arrive
garbed in bright colors
bearing gifts of victory
for his people
but false gifts they are

the people will know him
and yet they will not

when the end of days is felt
and the moon and the sun becomes one
when the fear is greatest
and yet the hope is nascent

when the morning's orb is whiter than gold
when forests are pleading for their hordes
when the fires of man
compete with nature

then the beginning is near

and in the beginning
the real beginning
a hope was created
an eternal hope

the mind saw a glint
in the future
the falsity of time

the mind was the father
and the son
and yet the brother
the mind saw all that none saw

the vision was clear
and a quest was arisen
in the beginning

the end is near
and thus the beginning
the mind is the mind
and has done its work

the child of darkness
will rage and thrash
but all that will be naught
for the light sees all
and the third child is a shadow
cast by the light

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very nice. Though I haven't got the faintest idea what it can mean! ;-)
Is that "abstract poetry"?

Like music, poetry doesn't need meaning or rhyme, anyway. Just to be pleasure.
Some of the most poetic visions I've seen
were meaningless dreams.
But somewhere, I know they do mean,
beyond Time's stream.
(I just improvised that.)

You may feel privileged, Eolake, that I share these words with you now, because I've just lost my voice. No, it's not another image (I wish!!!). I've had this cold/angina all week, and as I expected yesterday morning, now my vocal chords are on strike.

I hate pre-emptive strikes!
Fingers on the keys, don't let me down.
Or I'll just have to go get drowned!
I hate laryngitis and the likes. :-(

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

Finally a comment on this!

It's a profetic poem, inspired by a small moment in the film The Omen.
Except it's optimistic, unlike all other profetic poems.

Anonymous said...

[Hoarse voice in a small font]

Oh, The Omen! I wouldn't have guessed on my own, since the movie was litterally sinister. They should have consulted you, maybe then I would've liked it. I'm simply allergic to that whole "child born utterly evil" thing. Might even inspire some psycho parents' delirium.
How come an optimistic guy like you watched The Omen?

"Finally a comment on this!"
Well, you know it wasn't out of charity. You posted a poem, I did the effort to read it, I liked it.
I don't post when I have nothing useful to say. Or when the topic is a huge file beyond my connection's abilities.

Speaking of Omens, I just modified this Wikipedia article after reading a new and interesting comic. The last paragraph is what I added.
I felt it was both relevant to the article (since it made me consult it), and deserved mention. The Guardian reviewed it (quite positively, too), so you may be able to find it in the UK, and give me your opinion.

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

"How come an optimistic guy like you watched The Omen?"

Firstly I have an ecclectic taste. Secondly I try to keep up with classics. Thirdly, and most importantly, it was a small part of the inspiration for one of my favorite books, Good Omens.

You will like that one. Not only is it damn funny, but part of the whole point of it is that the child has the potential of going either way, since he is the son of an angel, though a fallen one.

Anonymous said...

Being a fallen angel, I consider that Lucifer/Satan himself has the potential and choice to repent some day, should he decide to. It's unlikely, but possible.

Heh... "Good Omens" being inspired by The Omen. Now, THAT's funny. I bet you like the Simpsons humor, too.
I've GOT to read all of Terry Pratchett, and the Hitch-hiker series. It's just a moral duty to myself! But right now, the situation in Lebanon is such that I expect we might decide to emigrate in the not-so-distant future. So, I'd rather not buy a lot of books that'll still be available later. No need to further increase the size of the stuff we'll be moving, right?
Besides, we're not too much in a merry fiction reading mood right now. The immediate horizon is cluttered with dark clouds, and it feels like rain. (Or maybe it's just my laryngitis, every time I get sick I feel depressed. Must be my interferon secretion.)
Oh, meaningless dreams, stay with me! I sure need all the good omens I can get right now.

Anonymous said...

eolake said...
Finally a comment on this!

Sorry Eolake but those scattered words you posted made no sense whatsoever. Not to hurt your feelings but that was so obscure and.......it read like a confusing menu in a foreign country.

Anonymous said...

What's the matter, Lisa Marie? Never been to a french restaurant before, oui? ;-)

Anonymous said...

I just finished reading those people remarks about you being racist? I didn't know that about you.
I don't think I should post anymore on your blog. I'm a white female who doesn't care people that make fun of others because of the color of their skin and admits it is a sensitive issue to the black citizens but refuses to ask for a pardon (even if it was not intended to hurt blacks) but you said yourself you found the picture funny.
I can't post here anymore. How can you sleep at night?

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

It is funny because of the body language, not because any racial issues!

Come on, I feel like I'm in the twilight zone here. I have no idea what the problem is.

Anonymous said...

Lisa Marie,
Please, would you have a look on my latest "B/W" post before your final departure? Trust me, you might be happy that you did.

This might not be the best time for a light joke, but I don't think Eolake sleeps at night. His neighbors tell me he doesn't hit the sack before dawn. That's the best moment to enter the Twilight Zone. ;-)

laurie said...

Yes Pascal, please. A fine wine, a French restaurant
and a joke are in order.

My favorite line Eolake:
The light sees all.

That says a lot.

I like to think in the end we're all doomed to enlightenment.

I know a few devils who would disagree with me :)

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

"I like to think in the end we're all doomed to enlightenment."

It can't be any different.

A few maybe in this or the next lifetime either.

Anonymous said...

"Doomed to enlightenment"???
You guys have a strange way of presenting good things! :-D

"Now, son, you're gonna have fun, whether you like it or not!" ;-)

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

It's a good expression there from Laurie.

Humans can't think in too positive terms, it's not real for them. So to make a glorious ascension, for instance, seem acceptable, you also stress the painful side of it.

You'll also notice that in every film which has a person who achieves amazing powers and enlightenment (like "Phenomenon"), that person also has to die.