Alien Script (Inspired By The Book Of Daniel,5 & 6) Poem by Daniel Brick

Alien Script (Inspired By The Book Of Daniel,5 & 6)

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Suddenly, the evening stars blaze across the heavens.
Brilliant light and brilliant music
cascade across the marble courtyard.
Clouds slice the moon. Shadows and lights
contend to beautify the one thousand revelers.

The young King, attired in purple robes,
dances gracefully in the fumes of wine.
His ecstatic lovers sing of flowering gardens;
his whirling friends entrance him with flatteries.
Servants pour wine into vessels stolen from the Temple.

The young King cries in a voice of jewels
mined from the Mountains of the Gods and Goddesses,
'This wine flies like a bronze butterfly!
This dance scatters stars over the golden carpet! '
His Queen hands him fresh wine in a vessel from the Temple.

* * * *

A shudder passes like a malevolent wind
through the revelers, reeling on emerald cushions,
slipping from jeweled thrones. The hot wine
freezes in their parched throats. The vessels
from the Temple in Jerusalem fall from their hands.

The young King's glazed eyes see the hand
write a message in an alien script. He is terrified
by what he cannot read. In a clay voice, he croaks,
'Whose mute god scrawled this emblem? ' He trembles,
he stumbles, the purple robes hang loose around his body.

His Queen advises him to summon the dream-reader,
to bring Daniel to his desperate banquet, Daniel
reads the alien script in night's alphabet, Daniel
drinks no wine poured into vessels from the Temple. Daniel translates the alien script that makes

another man King. The young King's brain is fogged
by wine drunk from a chalice stolen from the Temple.
He dresses Daniel in purple robes and gold chains,
and declares he is one of the three rulers of the kingdom.
That night the young King is murdered. King Darius prevails.

* * * *

Daniel's eyes burn with the glory of serving
the one God, the true God. His hands have touched
the empty splendor of purple garments, his ears
have heard the hollow ring of coin and crown.
His speech displays his delight in the glory of God.

'I feel the presence of my God - in the lion's
roar, in the fire's breath, in our circle dance
of joy. I see my God. I watch his beautiful Face.
HE IS OUR LIVING GOD, HE ENDURES FOR EVER,
HIS EMPIRE NEVER COMES TO AN END. HE SAVES,

HE SETS FREE, AND WORKS SIGNS AND WONDERS
IN THE HEAVENS AND ON EARTH. ALL TREMBLE BEFORE HIM.'
Three times each day, Daniel went down on his knees,
praying and pleading with God, to bring peace into
the Kingdom of King Darius of the Medes and the Chaldeans.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: narrative
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rebecca Lyle 01 April 2017

what a wonderful write, it is lovely, I simply thought is is beautiful.

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Sally Plumb Plumb 16 May 2015

I'm not familiar with relgious writing... your piece is truly wondrous.

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* Sunprincess * 17 December 2014

............the story is amazing.....and your pen created a beautiful poem....very much enjoyed...

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Frank Avon 27 October 2014

PH KEEPS BLOCKING AND LOSING MY COMMENTS - FRUSTRATING. HOPE THIS ONE MAKES IT THIS TIME. It's my third effort. Another splendid reworking of a biblical theme. As Marie Shine (another poetic name, by the way) has so thoughtfully pointed out, the colors and imagery are scrumptious, the fall into darkness and the rise into faith. Furthermore, you are influenced IMO just a bit by Modernist verse, just the right amount. E.g., Brilliant light and brilliant music cascade across the marble courtyard. Clouds slice the moon. Did you ever consider handling biblical stories w/ monologues? This one, for instance, could be voiced by a wine-bearer reporting to the master of the wine cellar what's going on at this magnificent feast, suddenly turning desperate. Can't you just imagine how this would have shocked a somewhat objective bystander? Actually, I'm not suggesting that you redo this one. I think it is fine as it is. But I think you'd enjoy voicing the monologues. Every time I've done one, I've ended up identifying with the speaker and feeling as if I had been there in those olden days.

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Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014

So much beautiful imagery created in this great write! Nicely done! Enjoyed the read!

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