Sore-eyed Watchers
On ground we did not choose
we stand with the dusk at our backs.
In mire, in hollows, on stony ridges
we sing to stars obscured,
ancient beams slipping down the air
into streams and pools.
Night will be longer and colder.
Song flows through stillness and fog.
Under broken pots, in cracked jars
justice trills a toad song, never changing.
We keen for the just, for the unjustly broken,
for sinners and sore-eyed watchers.
Here, we sing, we hold on hard ground.
Darkness will not move us.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
Join us every Tuesday afternoon at the Daily Kos community political poetry club.
Your own poetry is always welcome in the comments.
Bongos, berets & turtle neck sweaters optional.
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