Sounds Apt

One there was that danced upon the surface

Seeking honoured place to rest and let it be

Dedicated to communication

Prepared to work alone or company

To singular intention caught in heartbeat

Rhythm born intrinsic in its sound

Worked its way along the lines of empty

Espied its niche and settled right way round

Others clambered to be party to this

Festive wake where all sounds go to lie

Rejoicing in the mini death from random

Found a better place to conjure why

Purpose to existence in their being

Favoured by the one who may not know

Whether each and every grapheme chosen

Will do their job well, meaning to bestow

Rest ye well all phonics torn from alpha

Through omega, all that serve between

Many are there waiting, be not ill-used

Repose, post work, to know that you have been

Picked before all others still awaiting

Skill by some more gifted, all must wait

Practise while you work upon the forming

Perhaps some day may praise at well-placed state

 

Characters that haunt with saddest weeping

Shadows of the words they could have been

Spectred to ill-chosen, used and destined

To roam forever dwelling might have beens

Words evasive, parted soul from symbol

Vacant shells now cast adrift to face

The artifice of empty, this their fate flawed

Selected, misappropriated waste

In phrases, chosen chasms that despoil them

How can any cast thus find in name

Any sound or timbre worth their purpose

Poor letters, never stamped but sent the same

No one ever will recall their passing

Too many of their siblings chosen best

Selected by a wisdom quite elusive

While shallow markings never etched true worth.

Still the sounds browse up and down for tempo

Seeking yet their place upon the map

Desire for destination in their searching

Union with all others for sounds apt.

 

gods in the heavens…..all’s right with the world…..

Warning. Contains sexual references.

I’m attempting to work my way through the alphabet based on myths and legends. This is my offering for G. It’s not part of the April A-Z challenge as I couldn’t figure out how to enrol for that! D’uh!

 

 

Votive candles charged the night. Suspended in glass from trees in the glade, their whispers of smoke rose to the heavens.

The gods glanced down and shook their heads in wonder that still they were appealed to, despite having relinquished the right to interfere in matters below millennia ago.

Amid chatter and wine flagons they looked on and viewed the kaleidoscope of colourful candles with a mixture of despair and puzzlement.

Dancing below the makeshift candelabra was a myriad of creatures intent on eliciting a response from deities long dead in interest.

Heavenly cavorting took up a good deal of their time. Not that they were in short supply of that commodity. But still, it was nice to rest now and again from semi- permanent orgasm. Even eternal ejaculation had its limits of pleasure. In fact, truth be told, time and titillation were hanging heavily on their hands. There was only so much frolicking anyone could do. And the new laws on monthly monogamy were proving to be something of a trial for a number of deities.

Tcanchin  worried away at his erection and wondered if he might go again. He had a slight itch and speculated whether Faunus might have been responsible. Or might he have caught something from himself? He checked out his vagina and all seemed well there. No, he was pretty sure that whatever was causing the itch was not of his own making.

He picked at his penis a little longer and wondered which of the fauns had caused the itch. They were such sluts among themselves and were the only ones exempt from the law. So it was difficult to be sure.

He grew bored at his own meanderings and caught sight again of the carousing below. A thought occurred.

Conclave called, the gods gathered and discussed the incessant demands from earth. Argument flowed to and fro. When it had exhausted itself and they were back to their origins Tcanchin decided it was time to speak up.

His suggestion was well received and it was decided. He, as the only hermaphrodite, should be the one to revisit earth and check out possibilities for further excitement. Perhaps some intervention might pique his interest and the fallow connection could be re-established.

Tucking his mighty warrior into his belt he gave a shout to his peers and disappeared from the heavens in a shower of glory and good luck cheers.

Excitement bubbled within at the memories of maidens and youths who had previously succumbed to his charms despite their best efforts at resistance. Now, exempt from the laws of heaven, he fairly felt the sap rise within at the possibilities. Such a pleasant change from the eternal assured gratification.

And Tcanchin was nothing if not a player. He would give them a fair chance. There really was no fun to be had in weaving spells that allowed easy conquest.

From the depths of the forest a greater light shone than the candles now almost extinguished.

First one, then the others of those gathered, glimpsed the haloed form. As one they fell to their knees and began to chant in exultation at this evident answer to their prayers. One had come among them whose lightened aura proclaimed him a heavenly being.

Aware, suddenly, that he had omitted to dim his internal light Tcanchin cursed to himself and thus diminished his glow.

Slowly, the supplicants rose and approached what now appeared to be a mere mortal. Some, however, caught sight of the twinkling light that remained in his eyes and were drawn more readily to him, just as he had intended.

Momus hid among the foliage determined to remain quiet and prevent mischievous mirth from rising to reveal his hand in matters. He had waited a long time for revenge for his expulsion from the heavens. The frolics could begin. How he had missed this connection with gods and man.

Tcanchin allowed the devotees to gather closely. Time, he knew, to establish some adulation and reassert supremacy of the deities. Time to relieve the tedium. Time he had plenty of. And it no longer hung heavily.