[This week the Totally Optional Prompt was "Smoke and Mirrors" but my brain wouldn't let go of "Smoking Mirror" which is another name for the Aztec god, Tezcatlipoca. You can see what other folks came up with here.]
Tezcatlipoca
Smoking Mirror, Aztec god of night,
of temptation and chaos.
You like to "stir the pot," don't you?
You play your flute and charm.
You tempt. You seduce. You sit back and
watch what your trickery started.
Jaguar that you are, spotted as the night sky,
you see behind things when you gaze
into your obsidian mirror.
Comfortable people sit on the couch all day.
God of the cold north, of hurricanes,
you make people uncomfortable.
You make them twitchy and ill-at-ease.
Uncomfortable folks don't sit still. They restlessly
move around, seeking resolution to the itch.
Is it your influence I feel as I struggle
to create? Is your enmity the
reason I reject word after word,
uneasy in my push to craft, to polish
my own magic mirror that reflects
what I see behind the world?
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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This somehow complements my poem. Doesn't it?
I learnt something new here today. Thanks!
I enjoyed this very much, I like the way you move from the ancient god to the very personal ending
A word of thanks to the god of inspiration is due for this
not at all familiar with the aztec gods,, i thank you for brining this to my attention... it is always nice to have someone else to blame....
There is a Jungian argument that the ancient myths were really our minds, writ large - symbols of our psychology.
I think this comes over, here.
Hi, Gautami. Yes, I think it does!
Thanks, Juliet.
Hello, Stan. And a big yes to that.
Hi, Paisley, and thanks.
Thanks, Anthony.
Beautiful :-) I think he's been stirring my pot lately.
btw, BPAL has a scented oil named after him; it smells of: "Deep cocoa laced with patchouli, leather armor, ritual incense, and a touch of Xochiquetzal’s flowers."
Thanks, Janet. Interesting collection of scents - not my style. But they are better than some things that could be associated with him.
You've captured so well the mystical pull and power of the ancient god. Great work at weaving him into the now.
Thanks, tumblewords. I thought that just because we don't notice them any more doesn't mean that they aren't still there.
I like the interesting place the prompt took you. Hope no muses were sacrificed for this poem!
Yeah, I could feel his power in your writing. What I mean is that; I feel your words empowered him..
Thanks, Mary. My muse (at least) is still intact!
Hi, Andy. Thank you.
gorgeous! I love mesopotamian gods even though I can't pronounce any of them ;)... your work on this really carries over the charm of a trickster.
thanks
oh and michelle sent me
Thanks, D. The names are a mouthful for me too. Glad you came by.
Your poem captures that "presence" of "the old ones". Visibility does not prove reality.
Lovely reflection!
Gemma
Hi, Gemma. Thanks! I'm glad you like this one.
wow!
I absolutely loved the way this flowed..
Thanks, freesherry. I'm glad you like it.
ooh, I liked that. I'm so glad Michele sent me here to read your poem......
LOVE that last phrase......so evocative!
'..to polish
my own magic mirror that reflects
what I see behind the world?'
cq
Hi, cq. I'm so glad you like it. stop by any time.
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