Rooted to the ground
Yet swimming into the sky
Flight of fantasy
Yet swimming into the sky
Flight of fantasy
Tag: fantasy
Go Fish
It startled him
The monumental lines of architecture
Seemed to flex
As a bow drawn by its string
Then paused there
Taught, straining
As if for a steadying breath
The release
Was even more startling
And he felt the shock wave
When the discharged tension
Shook the earth
As the mammoth thing
Quite simply
Leapt from the ground
Untethered as it was
From gravity
It swam lazily
Through the thin atmosphere
Toward a horizon
It would soon enough
Disappear beyond
Desire
Where the filtered sun
Casts mountains blue
Across this deepest valley
Beyond a distant shore
The clouds so busy gathering
While here the skies so clear
Casts mountains blue
Across this deepest valley
Beyond a distant shore
The clouds so busy gathering
While here the skies so clear
But there I know she waits for me
Climb down, then sail, then climb again
Enwrapped within her arms
Perhaps by then the rain will come
Reverberant charms upon the tin
In rivulets down window pane
Lay with her in such sweet refrain
Flames crackling in the hearth
I feel the heat
Hot on my flesh
Alas it’s but the sun
It fuels a fire
Within my heart
Upon this rocky bluff
Magic Isle
Like some magic Isle
Home of sorcerers and kings
A misty shroud
Hides secret things
Home of sorcerers and kings
A misty shroud
Hides secret things
The waters
Preternaturally
Still
Beneath them slinks
Unearthly beast
And I
A Knight
With hallowed sword
Will sail across
Beyond the wards
And battle dragons
Which hurl epithets
And fire
Imagine
Oh what a gift
Imagination is
To take the world
And bend it
To make what is not
Into what is
Imagination is
To take the world
And bend it
To make what is not
Into what is
Squirrel
Sometimes, like a child, I
Squint my eyes
To blur the world
A greener green
And crimson reds
To another realm go I
Squint my eyes
To blur the world
A greener green
And crimson reds
To another realm go I
There I see
Some small creature stand
Up on hind legs
With flicking tail
It looks at me
And chirps a bit
Faery Breath
The mist roiled down the valley
Flowing through the trees
Like faery breath
Settling over the village
Whose inhabitants slept
A night of aimless dreams
Then awoke with the terrors
Of the previous days
Quietly rescinded
Flowing through the trees
Like faery breath
Settling over the village
Whose inhabitants slept
A night of aimless dreams
Then awoke with the terrors
Of the previous days
Quietly rescinded
Gone from memory
As if
They’d never
Happened
Cinematically Ugly
She asked:
Why can’t something just be ugly?
Why can’t something just be ugly?
But it can, I replied.
She looked at me. Puzzled.
It just needs to be cinematically ugly.
Which is to say
It must still be beautiful.
Still puzzled.
So I expanded.
Misty Island Hop
There is a place
I’ve never been
Far across the water
In billowed shrouds of mist
I’ve never been
Far across the water
In billowed shrouds of mist
A place of wistful
Beckonings
To my
Imagination
Imagination
At first
I saw a concrete wall
Brightly painted
With a few cracks
Rain saturated
I saw a concrete wall
Brightly painted
With a few cracks
Rain saturated
But on closer inspection
I realized
It was the surface
Of a turquoise planet
Where a river once ran
Along a cerulean canyon
Carved through southern aqua badlands
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