Once upon a time
Once upon the time of words
contained only by lore
mendicant monks marched the
road to sainthood mumbling
imaginary verses of prayers unwritten.
No one was able to depict rite, for
no eye had been able to bear
the burden of the Seductrice
unclothing, hallow the Summer Solstice.
Nations loaded stock and children into
wagons as they moved to the next fair:
the way ahead always free
boarded by only tradition.
All their fortunes shall lie
on the fruitful chests of their women.
At all times they shall remain bind free
from the earth or city or local ruler,
ready to move forward,
for only one god shall trace the path
never to stop or turn back
as they cross the sea bottom.
But (whilst this verse is written)
at the time present
we classify words in a web of dictionaries
with rules made up by a sour grammar school
teacher who designed connotations for
home, family, caste, state, Constitution, religion
matchbox shaped cement blocks
we use to confine nations like we
jail our mendicants in cutting down
the roads we know they'll die buried amongst our customs.
Not that I argue that happiness is to be found among the unruly ;
nor that liberty does not belong to necessity (for it does).
All I ask for is to unbind words and let them scatter around
for some to land under the good augurs of chernozem and bear fruit (Free!).
the prompt was (not) following the rules…and since I have recently a problem with following all rules of language, I fall out of "scholarly expression" for school more often before since I started to grasp the language as a living corpus – I said to myself what'll be better to write about…
this is a draft, for I am not happy yet with the third stanza and the last one also needs some extra care (I think)…