Don Beukes is originally from Cape Town, South Africa where he was born, raised and educated in the last two decades of Apartheid. He is a retired English and Geography teacher, now weaving words and have only been published since August 2015, writing about global issues affecting our global village and trying to adjust our moral compass. His work has appeared in Indiana Voice Journal, Prachya Review, Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice, The Voices Project, GloMag and others and is to be a featured Contemporary World Poet in Asian Signature in the June 2016 issue. He has been published in two Anthologies by Creative Talents Unleashed; 'Shades of the Same Skin' and 'Poetic Melodies' and the forthcoming 'Selfhood' anthology by Transcendent Zero Press. Esorfo Ygolirt/Trilogy of Rose Part One – Enigne Maets Entombed in cast iron and mystical steam – A squealing predator entering a familiar lair cloaked in a silver swirling cauldron with architectural flair – It halts in expectation momentarily unseen – A scene of cinematic vision a man determined to complete his mission – His muse swept along in ruby rouge her face half hidden a gaze rather obtuse – Their echoing footsteps hollow notes cacophony of sounds masterly orchestrated, It melts into the charcoal chrome night steam gushing emotions rushing – A forced embrace expertly camouflaged – The ivory umbrella clasped by her fella their union elegant yet malevolent – Specks of bright creating a dizzy mirage – Enigne Maets groans impatiently its human cargo destined for Fargo – Sentinels of light deliver reflective sight amidst a bleak black liquid platform – A final moaning whistle signals the journey planned hurried emotions echo in a station grande – Their brief encounter pre-ordained his farewell kiss momentarily masterly feigned – As the solar flares bid them farewell his departing step an ominous knowing knell. I’ve been here before, Never forget I am and always will be – Enigne Maets. Part Two – The Prequel Niarytic Kroywen A hush of auditory wailing signals an ominous deluge – A city failing a suave stranger surrounded by amber light determined seeking in the murky marsh night – A daunting damaged towering figure lashed by liquid darts programmed to find her advances towards a rippling revealing sight – Collectively illuminated it cleverly allows her to hide – He ever more alert tramples on urban vermin desperate for a revealing secret sermon – Passing the glare of cosmic golden scars within which dwells shadows of passengers past – She obediently hailing expectant taxis musically satisfied after Angelo’s and Maxi’s – Blissfully unaware of the debonair assailant defensively clutches a sparkling sapphire pendant by a secret lover sent – Momentarily suspended her senses awake a familiar feeling stirs one she cannot shake – Reluctantly sensing a figure so astute a questionable reputation hard to refute – Instinctively programmed to flee her muscles like lead in a desperate hurry – Frantically seeking the secret stone of rouge marking a pre-ordained ruby escape route – A blend of sprawling urban palette distorting the sight of a deadly mallet expertly hidden from view – Onlookers blinded by a mélange of architectural hue. Niarytic Kroywen once again masking its dark unknown labyrinth everlasting – Inhabitants brainwashed never questioning the clever mastering of their intellectual culling – Echoes of urban jungle victims huddled within bloodsucking corporate systems aimlessly wandering through this endless farce – Taxis like solar flares emitting creating a self-reflective blinding mirage… Part Three – The Sequel Esormai Niarytic Kroywen was where it all began – Our paths destined to cross liberty lost – Both regrettably chemically engineered a legacy so revered – My life lived in secret urban shadows avoiding enticing instinctive battles – Aimlessly wandering senses floundering forever causing a ruse highlighted in rouge – Enigne Maets engineered to collect – My cunning companion not a romantic union ordered to deliver a fallen soldier back to Fargo – Future unknown hauntingly hollow a sonorous secret perilous journey remarkably leaving me curiously unfettered – My punishment yet to encapsulate an unsure ephemeral fate – The end in sight senses surging with clenched fists emotions merging blinded by sulpherous steam it tests my complex biology a shared ideology a grinding halt causing a sudden shattering jolt – Surrounded by a raucous symphony of silent expert treachery against the odds their assault surpassed – I ascended from the deadly debris once again a crushed yet determined creature – Deadly friction now my new mission my knowledge now a dangerous sting – I am ripples of knowledge past legions of subjects now in my charge – A prophecy poignantly fulfilled a final entente cordiale – An eternal empty shell. I am Esormai – I am Rose.
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