Alkemi (Part 11) is the penultimate instalment in an extended poem written under the arch-title, ‘Piper At The Gates Of Dawn.’ The poem is more a jigsaw narration than a poem written with deliberate direction, although not without deliberate intention. It’s a little fractured in places, but I hope it will pull itself together before the end.
For those curious, previous instalments of Piper precede this post.
And so it is in returning to the story that Alkemi (Part 11) finds the awakening, stair-rising, transforming Red Kite close to the very top of a starry-stairway that he sees as a vision in the sky. Above him is his beloved Venus: always shimmering in the glimmering of a diamond studded sky. She ‘watches’ over the Kite with fondness: for she knows him already in different guise and by a very different name.
~ Alkemi (Part 11) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Black-blood pumps prickles tickles pleases, teases into the very heart of me.
Darkness squeezes eases her way, tentatively stepping on my starry stairway,
Where up ahead in starlit skies cloud and shadow torn from inky lines.
I see Darkness stride out from behind a door left ajar: one portal distant one door afar,
Where there are gleams broiling and snakes coiling inside coital cunny seams:
Dog wet dreams rapacious screams moonbeams slip and slide, fall to rise
Tailed impaled in bliss-less gain; ebbing flowing ecstatic pain towards
Euphoria: the edge betwixt wax and wane where tenderised meat bleeds again,
Swollen buds leak again, dewy petals wide again:
Flushing flaring they come gushing else rushing blindly lusting,
Blushing burning scarlet yearning: their screaming whore on the floor prostrate:
Left to fall where they fell in the Grubby Dark Spell,
Found bound deep inside the Devil’s Dirty Inking Well.
Where his Poet dips an ecstatic tip yet cannot control his will:
He shivers quivers ponders rivers bunnies birds bees fawns and rats,
Then quite certain grasps his billowed mast to firmly have to add:
‘Beaten and eaten bleated defeated his Lamb ready to be devoured,
He’d ravaged her affection deflowered her complexion, corrected her in every way.
She fell as a Maiden her virtue stolen, perishing in the Devil’s vat.
Biting her he mounted her as a Pole Cat violating her will:
Then rode her hard beyond Mars, like a howling-mad Dog from Hell.’
‘Black-blood pumped the bitch was snarling: wrenching reaching rasping raking: she forsaking all Love.
He ripped her and arched her fleshless back, further back until it snapped and she quaking, shaking
Wrecked with pain and dying again writhing with lasting aching.
She begged and pleaded to be violently seeded in the deathly throes of Puppy Love.
She screamed when she bucked, grasped when she fucked, gasped as he ripped her away:
From mother from brother from all and one other: from the bright Light of another new day.’
‘Beneath ground he raised her braised her nourished her and praised her;
For nine long years he tenderised her mesmerised her, silenced her maiden’s fair song.
For nine lives long she was distant and gone, her body belong to the Dog Star everyday:
Where afterwards he’d lay chewing by a portal appalling, excitedly recalling the way she cried,
Where afterwards he’d lay masticating by a portal appalling, biting harder on her lacerated raw hide.’
Suddenly the door to the Underworld closed violently,
As well my eyes from sights I didn’t want to see.
I took one more step on metaphysical stairs: one deeper into the heart of me.
When then emboldened to the penultimate stair, Venus above dimmed her flare:
All brilliance gone she shone with despair: stripped of all colour to her bare underwear:
For there above her hanging and hounding, a sound upon the Night was pounding.
Torn from the womb of wicked doom came a blood-curdling howl from a canine so foul:
The Devil Dog-Star once known as the Beast, Wolf of Darkness, Lord Anubis. Tis he
Black Jackal hell-born from spawn, bred by the Devil’s own satanic Muse:
Medusa the Snake Charmer, Snake Handler, Snake Harmer,
Reaper and Keeper of The Lamia Rose.
Grubby shades and filthier shades amassed between fifty shades, and
Flashed between darker shades: peppered the Heavens with ashen shades,
Deathly grey graveyard maids, pebble-dashed tombstone slaves,
Polished stars with their souls depraved: and
Evil flowed as writhing skeins burning the blood of cosmic veins,
Vaporous bio-hazardous poisonous and toxic, exploding pockets of space rocketed:
Rocketed and reeled in multi-coloured wheels.
Light-waves wriggled jiggled jingle-jangled,
High above me the Cosmos spangled and disbanded,
Hell-born black-light was robbing heavy-handed.
Extinguishing stars in Empyrean’s starry-night sky:
And with them gone also my chance to fly.
Into my blackening view pumped a universal stew of complexity and confusion!
A phantasmagorical tumbling illusion, a Mercurial profusion of polished Glitter-stones:
Runes and Roams, Druids and Druir, were Sorcerers, Enchanters and Wizards welding power.
All rushed raining with Magic reigning, cascading down all over me!
How sweet the release from brim and shadow! How buoyant when darkness yields!
Yet how fleet the treat to hold back Night, the Jackal panting behind the bright,
Hunting me rapaciously, slashing stars to get to me, pray Venus take care of me!
Keep me tethered to this fantasy! Keep my soul safe for me!
Keep the totality of me intact!
Keep the Jackal far from me: for He is Death who comes for me.
Enchantment boldly builds barriers between us: battle-lines drawn by Venus.
I feel fearless and emboldened else furiously blazing, courageous and brave my red misted gazing
Descended enflaming my coal laden hearth: cool embers ignited my fire restarted,
Ferocity fanned the furious flame, as once more into the deathly dark game: where
Waiting on a stair with time to stare; to stare into the endless unbounded,
I waited as if baited for my moment to lament, for the Jackal to pass Judgement.
My vision confused yet mused a little space, my mind raced to quash my fear.
Yet fury stirred deep emotional streams, my imagination bloomed terrifying dreams,
When into my mind swam slippery breams and reams of obliterating words:
‘Thank Venus the wizard’s have heard!”
They now conjure and course a galloping horse a fire-storming wind-turbine of mind;
A herd of hooves thundering by across the clouds of a cloudless sky! But yet, still so lost am I
Still reeling from toxic shock: oil slick thick the dark oil of sick, thick with death still slowed,
Still flowed in the flood of black-blood hastening to crush the rush of high plane drifters,
Shifters of mind these war-horses of Psyche, battle-hardened steel-plated Cavalry strike:
The might and armour of powerful thoughts when wrought like iron when wielded like steel,
When Evil bites when Death comes to steal, when always looping upon the never-ending reel,
When fearful and full to fear filled brimming, drowning within darkness with all hope missing.
For then I shan’t feel: but still my will to hiss my quill to be the Scribe with a masterful blade:
‘To inlay words upon the page to finely script until I finally engrave,
For one last time for one last line, when I sign my name upon my grave.’
Horses thundered hooves plundered pulling me from my moment of bliss: back into wilderness and wildness,
Ferocious emotions burst and bubble: battle-steadied readied for cosmic trouble:
Blind anger boils-over to arrive suddenly pouring, tolerances tested and I exploring,
The limitation of my volcanic explosion: Berserker at the heart of my eruption.
Tis all Love and Loathing twisting and turning, dividing discerning,
Fear to leave me yearning and in my terror turning, turning always seeking my Love,
Venus is she, my bright star above,
I shake I shiver my vision all aquiver is a flowing river of infinite dreams!
Now here there are no slippery monsters,
No snakes in slimy grimy seams,
No evil lurking from the other side,
Lingering within my dreams.
Tis not the Dark I see in front of me: my eyes were now light-beams!
Suddenly here blessed was I by two stones to See; to see all Above and all Below and all around me,
The sense to see deeply into reality, deeper still into the very dark heart of me:
The antiquated part from a distant past: the ancient bloodline of Wizardry,
The Dark Art of a Druid’s Heart, the Bard bound deep within me,
I see Venus cower behind Death’s swarthy veil.
I see her dim to the edge of extinction.
I see her Crown slip down her gown,
I see Hell’s Hound close in her direction.
Who is this that opens your sores? Who gives you Love reason to pause?
What depth of space from beyond this place finds form loping on four paws?
What shutter is this stutter stuttering the mutter of mater?
What is this Dark Matter fraught with shattering?
What matter is mattering my vision of Grace?
What from Hell was polarising in the deep of breathless space?
Bloodlets and Starlets, two birds of one feather both angels upon harlot’s wings:
Fell dead with dread both burnt red upon the bed of Death.
Two torn and worn til grubby, dirtied having flirted as Whores of Love.
Now measured are they severed ripped apart from Grace:
Eternal anguish carved on dead stone face: a reflection of a lonely place,
Where their beauty lies damaged raped of all flesh;
Boneless left hollow, soulless in the wilderness.
Scarlet still races through her crimson waste: the detritus of Dark Lord Anubis.
Night’s sensuous Jackal in a suit woven black, maniacal magical arriving for the crack.
He’s a dog named Ani he never goes back: not when he finds a good home of his own,
Takes off his lead and rolls-over, to chew on the bones of the dead.
Portentously puzzling an ear-piercing howl behind muzzling raged without holding back!
Lord Anubis arrived with wide open jaws as if launching a ferocious attack!
Canines like swords drawn extended, rapier talons tined distended,
The Fever Dog came bounding with his Mad Hound howling!
“Anubis! Yes you boy! Stand still laddie!”
But momentum carried him onwards still bounding,
To the slippery wet edge of a comet-tailed landing:
Where then the enraged howl of comical under-standing,
That a dog can’t stop on a wet star-trailed landing,
Not without obedience training and proper handling.
“Hold on a moment I won’t be a minute! Get it?”
The raw rasping power of the voice caught me unaware,
Such passion such punch such acoustic delivery!
Twas almost as if She were all around me.
When then a golden rubber ball came quickly flying past,
Rapaciously harassed by a Black Jackal running fast,
Chasing rubber balls back through wide portal doors.
Slipping and sliding on diamond-studded floors.
“That should keep him occupied ,” the gravelly voice said,
“So we can have a quick wee chat.”
“Now listen to me carefully my little honey bee,
I’m not at all this, nor am I all that,”
“Because I’m always somewhere in-between.”
“Maker and breaker of all miraculous worlds.”
“I am Mother, and the Kali of your dreams.”
“You see, that’s the Dark Magic of me,” she said,
“I’m also Nephthys, his real mother.”
“Whenever he’s in bother I’ll always be here.”
“I’ll always be there because deep down I care.”
“Even when he is being a Lil Red Bleeder.”
“Now Puppy training,” she continued, “I’m very good at that,”
“It even works well on Kites, Kitties and Cats.”
“And other bipedal curiosities of diverse Nature,”
“Including you, you most delightful creature.”
“She told me where to find you, She knew you’d be waiting here.”
“One step away from the top of stairs, was where you’ve always liked to play.”
My total surprise at her grasping lines had me quickly find reply.
“Who are you? What is this? Where am I? And why?”
“Quietly my dear or Anubis might hear and then come rushing back.”
“He’s not so funny on an empty tummy and we wouldn’t want that.”
“Things could get hairy, the moment quite scary,”
“Not at all pretty: but painfully agonising and very bloody messy.”
“S-S-S-show yourself,” I stuttered for I was overwhelmed, and
Shell shocked and chaste unable to make haste.
Dogged fear froze my pace my stride my upward rise,
Upon unending stepping stairs where to the top I raced.
“This Mother is a dog-handler of the very worst kind,”
“You ‘d find my appearance would destroy you.”
“I would turn you to stone if I were ever prone,”
“To reveal myself right now before you.”
“But right now we’ve no time to get into all of that,”
“And besides Anubis might suddenly come biting back.”
“So listen to me well whilst on the stairway,”
“Today I’ve one small trick still left to learn ya.”
“Scribbling Scribe!” she hissed, “You must remember this!”
“You are Keeper of the Scarab Beetle.”
“The Ancient Worm you twist and turn,”
“To unlock doors inside other people.”
“The Transformative Scarab guides one to a Cherub.”
“To a Golden Child both meek and mild.”
“To a Forgotten Child both mean and wild,”
“But sweet as saccharine syrup.”
“Scarab is for you: a compass pointing home.”
“A omnidirectional looking-glass, so that no matter where you roam.”
“As Keeper of the Scarab Beetle, your Dog, Anubis,
Is a power rush, to help find your way home.”
“Whenever darkness disturbs you or leaves you in grave doubt.”
“Untether the leash let Red Scarab come out.”
“Pour your venom into his Black Blooded Bliss.”
“To Rise on the Power of Anubis!”
~ Artwork/Photography ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~