Blood Red Regret

Zackary Coke Logick, 1654: "The prayers of the Saints ascending with you, will Petarr your entrances through heavens Portcullis".

Deeper the dagger plunges

until it impales my soul,

like an Elephant Hawk Moth 

pinned to barbed wire

by a Red-backed Shrike.

There to hang,

flapping in the wind

for the bird to pick over,

to devour at its leisure.

I am so wearied,

hung out to dry

and can no longer

take to the wing.

Granted I am proverbially

slain by my own hand,

by my own misdeeds,

but I pray the saints

ascend with me to petard

my entrance through that

heavenly portcullis.

For I truly have cried out

in repentance and begged

for redemption.

 

23/03/19

Author's Note