Towers float in the belly of the ocean tilting metronomic in the gentleness of a windless afternoon. No lights shine from the glassless windows and no bird settles ever on the glossy green roofs. The horizon never settles but exercises its continual appetite for the sky bingeing on slivers it can never hope to swallow. Surely a gate must wait beneath the swelling shoulders of the sea or some kind of door barred, barbed except for the proper evocation to be signed or spoken by a seeker both fortunate and informed and willing to test the untold wonders locked within, all the time knowing he will have to go back to his old life too soon and live lusterless ever after.
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
I long for lost horizons, for castles in the dale For wise and mighty dragons, and painted ships that sail For wizards in the towers and kings upon the throne Enchanted swords a-blazing, swift arrows straight and long I long