General Poetry posted July 24, 2017

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Three Minutes to Midnight

by Just2Write

Poor Cinderella must vacate the coach
before it’s midnight, and the stroke of twelve
tolls out her doom, lest she be caught inside
the lies of the illusion when it blows.
For when it does, her magic will run out
and every arcane thing touched by its spell
will blow to smithereens in final splendour
with God the only witness to remember -  
perhaps the perfect ending to his world.  
Three minutes left; and time now seems to stop
precisely at eleven fifty-seven. 
Sweet optimism fills our lungs – there are
three minutes left to right the world of wrongs,
Three minutes on that golden time bomb clock –
Those wretched souls who thought that they could cheat it
believed that there was sccads of time to beat it.
They cracked the whip across the horses’ backs
and raced like death itself was chasing them;
careening on through life  just like before
the metronome of time was plainly heard.
Poor Cinderella, time is running out;
her white horse, Beauty that had seemed so bold
grows fearful as the stardust's magic falters.
Yet, hope is strong, there's three primed horses left.
One is a roan, one's black, and one is pale
with pallored shades that only deal with death.
She’s riding high and through apocalypse  
she's witness to the magic as it dies;
yet doesn’t see earth's carnage taking place.   
Each driven horse is game and gallops on  
while fortune’s fate awaits them one and all
where prophesy and destiny collide.
They’ll champ and stamp before the gates of hell;
and at the end, when circumstance is primed, 
the night where Cinderella was so charmed
finds life and its illusion at an end.
Poor princess in her gilded pumpkin coach
has fled the ball, yet through it all she knows
life will go on, ‘it must,’ she bravely says.
My prince will come, and soon we’ll all be saved -  
The minute hand moves closer now to two.


Free Verse Poetry Contest contest entry


Per Wikipedia: There is an imaginary clock that scientists have named the doomsday clock. The Doomsday Clock is a symbol which represents the likelihood of a human-caused global catastrophe. Midnight is when it all blows up. After the discovery of nuclear weaponry, it was originally set at 7 minutes to midnight and has been maintained since 1947 by the members of The Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists' Science and Security Board, the Clock represents an analogy for the threat of global nuclear war. As of 2007, pollution and climate change was also factored in.

Quietly since the US election, as of January 2017, the Clock was re-set closed to zero hour at two and a half minutes to midnight, due to a "rise of 'strident nationalism' worldwide, United States President Donald Trump's comments over North Korea, Russia, and nuclear weapons." This setting is the Clock's second-closest approach to midnight since its introduction. The closest was 1953 when the United States and the Soviet Union had both tested hydrogen bombs.

This poem encompasses the fairy tale of Cinderella and her 4 horses (which were kindly mice that had a spell on them) and how her magically wonderful world will come to an end at midnight, and how our real world parallels that.

There is also some allusion to Revelations and the 4 horses of the apocalypse which were definitely not kindly mice, and parts of the New Testament of the bible that foretells of the end of our world and the creation of the next. This is NOT a religious work, but rather the coming together of fantasy, science, philosophy and religion. All of which are trying to teach us something that we are not paying much attention to. We should be concerned. We should be very concerned.
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