Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 403 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

The Throne - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

Shadows along the forest fog seen creeping, people bent into misty bog foliage, dogs running in their fears.

Beside the bluish river path their twitching movements, steps had amidst the fallen leaves going into its bath.

Locusts trouncing in hollows going to and fro, all cloaked hiding beneath the night pit pouncing among the trees.

They ascend the mountain scattered in bunches, them to view gleam fountain with loud screams as they leave.

People ear-piercing cries weep-ed tortures in tides, picture sadness peeped of those who out right lied.

While a thunder act up high cracked His warning, sparks of lightening in the sky for their given blunder by them.

Throne justice was for those who did run, but found them to be no nun, no pun or site from upcoming fear to hide.

The day the law of God sat on the mountaintop, His say upon the throne, when the King of Kings way came by.

Topic(s) of this poem: faith

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Drew a picture on one of my bedroom wall using fluorescent paints, I used two fingers as brushes: a quick mess. In the day the strikes looked like couples dancing but under the black light a mountain with all these seen features.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 22, 2017


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