Sky Temples

I dreamt of deities,

of gods and goddesses

living in their temples in the sky,

made of passions aroused and

spluttering white wrath invectives

at ungrateful human worshippers,

setting boulders strewn about like pebbles

aflame with anger unleashed at being

dismissed from puny memory

and causing them to lose

their very essence in neglect.

Upon a skyscape saturated with

turquoise clouds all bunched together

like hurt children about to cry,

lightening rages with mad magic,

thundering down from heaven

one stairway after another

until at last even Zeus tires of tempest

and the chariots of dusk depart

in search of more reverent flocks

who venerate and deify the myths.

© Nyuka Anaïs Laurent 30.01.2010