Look behind you, stones of Ash and Wood!
Where did you come from?
Can you even remember?
Why did you leave and where are you going?
To some dark, dire end,
Just like the rest of us
...no doubt.
I'll save you the trouble of finding out
I know! I've been there!
Alas, I've only come back as a cruel joke
A whim of the Ones beyond the horizon.
Their realm is dark and dim and tragic
A bastion of evil
A palisade of fagots.
They're vicious and altogether evil.
Don't bother with them.
I"m stuck already, but there's a way.
Go back, tell others.
Stay this course or be forever.
Trapped in an amorphous whirlpool,
Spun around at Their caprice.
For spun you'll be,
Theirs is an unstable land.
Go back, if you can.
Take me with you.
3 comments:
Yes! Hoorah for a new fusion of poetry and prose. I love it. For some reason I'm hesitant to call it free verse... perhaps because it reads so much like dialogue. I like it, Wold.
(PS - "they're" = "their")
(I'm an anal English major. Sorry.)
(PSS - major points for usage of "fagot" in a poem. Good choice of spelling. The British way would've gotten you fagged.)
Corrected. Thanks for keeping me on my toes. I hope to correct your math in the near future.
Brian! I don't know what to say, except that I really, really like it. And you used the fag. Way to go. Man, those opening lines are amazing.
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