The Demise Of The Mighty Rock

There was a time I stopped by the termite's mound. Like great trees, several fallen rocks probably happened to shine like stars on their peaks. When Great Trees Fall. Maya Angelou.

There were mounds around one recently fallen mighty rock. The rock was a star so special to the termites on the mound. And there was a story written in a poem on that fallen rock. The rock-like star was shining bright to reflect its story on the current time and life of the mound and the termites.

 "Look up at the stars. They may seem like permanent fixtures in the night sky, but did you know that stars eventually die." LIFE AND DEATH OF STARS.

Enjoy!

Somewhere in the dark days,

The blow and flow of unexpected tears,

The demise of the mighty rock,

Termites moving out of their mounds,

Following the steps of the fallen rock,

They were days of great mysteries,

From the sea,

Salty crocodiles and airborne fleas.

Mysterious sea crocodiles,

Teared crack the rock,

For the last time seeing its light,

The life of the star of the stars,

Never were those sea creatures,

Stopping taking down the mighty rock.

Chained against the sorrowful waves,

It was the longest and the darkest day,

The day of days in speculations,

The questions in tears,

Of what's befallen the mighty rock,

The equations in nerves,

Nothing answers the rock.

The mighty rock of termites days,

The rock that turned the land,

Upside down the soil for the land,

Some were happy to toil to see the land flourishing,

Some preferred to seek out the sea to spoil the land.

Termites in mounds honoring the fallen,

Salty water engulfing the mounds,

Sad to the sand of the land,

Sea water eats deep into wounds,

Turning the land barren,

Termites mounds into salty mounds.

A salty crocodile among the mounds,

Wriggling through struggling mounds,

The star of the rock into  mounds,

The mighty rock enlightened the termites,

Stiffening the mounds,

The light of the rock was the only hope for the termites,

The light was ancient amber to the termites,

Neither salty water could permeate,

Nor crocodiles and fleas could.

Find out more:

Pierce, Derek. (2014). Magik on the Mounds: The (Re) Enchanted Spaces of the House on the Rock. Arts and Social Sciences Journal. 05. 10.4172/2151-6200.1000062. To explore the intersection of magic, imagination, and place as a buttress against continued disenchantment furthered by an over-reliance on rational thought, we turn to the (re)enchanted rhetoric of Starhawk, an eco-feminist peace activist, and witch, to analyze the House on the Rock. We focused on how some rhetorical spaces challenge the postmodern idea of the disenchanting overemphasis on moral perfection, logic, and technological rationalization. Intertwined with cultural and political institutions, disenchanted rhetoric ensnares individuals in stultified existence that eliminates diversity, reifies hierarchy, dismisses creativity, and limits individuality. In positioning the House on the Rock as a rhetorical text we suggest that liminal spaces liberate individuals from the fetters of societal expectations, hierarchies, and institutions, offer a safe vantage point by which to examine conflicting viewpoints, and ultimately blur the distinction between entrenched understandings and new ways of knowing and seeing.