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Sunday, May 15, 2016

The 7 Days of CryAction 3: 1148-1229

by Selkis (The Magic Trio)


When Shaddai sang
the forests frizzed
[1150] with Boolean branches,
so did green giants
whose hair is in the air
cedars conifers palms
(the winners’ wow)
and conical cypresses.
The willows as well
unfolded their leaves,
and the plants employed
for competitors’ crowns:
[1160] roses laurels myrtles
that rose together
with private properties
signed (signaturae)
by Our Father’s finger.
Only in that origin
utterly without thorns
did the red rose open;
but to its beauty
anguish was added
[1170] as pain to pleasure
a storyteller of sin
when the soil started
to nourish nettles.
But how come certain
species—sort of rebels
against Divinity­—deny
both seed and syrup?
Hercules’ head poplar
broadly broadcast
[1180] either dark or white
is fatally fruitless,
elm and willow as well,
while not seedless:
if you carefully look
under their leaves
you’ll admire moskons
(a name given by Greek
inventors of terms)
which serve as seeds
[1190] precisely as in plants
with roots. Biblical rules
were limited by LORD
to the “truest” of trees
like olive and vine
ought to oil and wine
rightly renowned as
the comfort against crying
and the holy ointment.
Who could then tell
[1200] about the super-powers
and tangled taxonomy
of shipped specimens
or continental, cultivated
in Spain or New Spain
or commonly at home,
a nice natural history?
Verily, a vine stretching
its twisted tentacles
towards a friendly elm—
[1210] a vine is a viable
Legenda of human life
much more fitting than
all earthly or heavenly ones.
Proudly humble, it recalls
the Father of Physis
or his sempiternal Son
the self-styled vine
(Ho Theos as the tiller)
who fixed the faithful
[1220] as his sacred shoots.
We like vines or olives
are called to yield copious
fruits in our fertility
letting no era or event
wither our hope, but
with flourishing faces
to grow good deeds
only for Gods glory
the shaper of souls.

(to be continued on May 29)