DON BEUKES - ESORFO YGOLIRT/TRILOGY OF ROSE

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.

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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.