Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 81 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

The Throne - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

Along the forest foggy misty greenish
Twitching movements amidst its leaves
People trouncing in the shadows
Locust to and fro among the trees
They journeyed unto the mountain
To view close up the gleam upon its peak
Beside the bluish river path, they went
Scattering, screaming loudly as they leave
Up high thunder cracked its warning
Lightening sparks flashed the sky
People ear-piercing cries of torture
Open sadness of those who lied
Creeping gently through foliage
Weeping in succession their cries
The throne was justice for those who run
But found no place to hide
The law that sat on the mountain
When the King of Kings came by

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The second return. A spiritual journey. Took florescent paint and two fingers and painted figures. They looked like dancing fairies. When the black light was on this

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 9, 2013

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