THE RIDDLE OF DEATH- #prose poetry by jay

Burst forth the ships! Time has come, forever traced, the
legend, the place where life lives to never-cease. She
strokes the night and whistles through daylight, the legend
of prowess and praise, her locks flowing like honey, sweet
and free. The deserts welcome the quenching rain, the
love from fountains above, pouring like wine into chaliced
mouths in an endless time. The forests and mountains
share their love forever-more, dipping backwards and
forwards through the valleys and hills. An infinity knot
mapped, the mathematician’s plot, a scheme, a schematic, a
mariner’s eye taut toward the East, toward the West. The
sun never stops shining where begging hearts stop.
No maps, no fortune, no ships on watery graves, no lockets
etched in fancy sayings, will satisfy the need for eternal life
living. This goddess slips through the streams and rivers
from clear fountains to the never-ending mouths of babes,
of youth, she ages never-never in the land of Zeus. A
perfect answer to the riddle of death, she delivers a gold
chariot that rages and rages! A fireball, a white star
shooting, streaking a blaze. A trail traces time through
clouds, through space. Unseen by eyes, by time but minds
great, the heavens fade away, away, afar across the ages
gate. A quest, an answer to the riddle of sages, handed
down for centuries… The truth, the myth, the legend of
Hebe… The mariner’s trips across seas and pages to land
upon foreign shores, a promise born, springing forth from
lore to lore, a search for truth, a sip of heaven to bless a
soul with endless youth.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

THE RIDDLE OF DEATH first appeared in FREE VERSE REVOLUTION, Issue I: hebe (the fountain of youth) explores what it means to be young and the hallowed and mythologised nature of youth.

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