Golden Shrill Sistrum

A poem / dream by Hudley

“Many things were among her accouterments, In her right hand she held a brazen sistrum, a flat piece curved like a girdle, through which there passed some little rods – and when with her arm she vibrated these triple chords they produced a shrill sharp cry” ~  Apuleius, The Golden Ass

Letting orthodox belief systems go and rooting in the emerald-green nether lands.

Grey crooked trees. Black crows. Whirling rouge invisible wind blowing dirty golden roses on the ground.

I breathe in and count to ten.

Total darkness.

Only the red lines of  blood vessels and moving snapshots of light.

I breath out.

Slowly the dark wooden boat sails on the indigo sea. The white sail slowly flapping in the salty breeze.

He sits there with his dark skin and darker beard.  Wearing a white kaftan and tight braided cord made of black donkey hair.

He leaned toward the woman dressed in orange. Wearing the headdress of Hathor.

Then she raised her arms up in the shape of a cup and sang,

“I am eternity.”

Her voice echoed and shimmered golden rays around us.

My heart-felt this and the purple vibrations of laughter opened my eyes to the colors of my backyard.

An older rose…

Greens, light dry brown and dirty golden-pink-yellow- rose on the ground.


hear the shrill in this song… that is the sound of brazen sistrum !!

Author: Hudley Flipside

Welcome to Hudley Flipside’s “The Seminary Of Praying Mantis Publishing.” Praying mantis shows me her story of life, death, and rebirth. For me she is an image or symbol of the divine in all things. I watch the praying mantis in my garden and have taken her image as my logo. She is an amazing little creature, and I relate to her connection to nature. We are both wild and part of this strange world. She is a part of my mythology as I am part of hers.

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