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Pilgrimage
Member Elite

since 2001-12-04

Posts 3945
Texas, USA

0 posted 2008-02-18 01:24 PM

Empire

When the last war dragons folded their wings
and dove into the sea,
tradewinds dusted crimson ash
from the reefs of Caerduhn
to the green sands of Far Delithe.

Eleeli wore sand green and ocean spray the seventh day
when the ash ceased to fall.
She strolled along the beach,
gathering spiral shells into her basket
while baby kicked tiny scuttles back to water’s edge.

A warm insistent sun hung above amber clouds.
Baby whined until she stopped
to rest in the shade of a hardpod tree.
Sharp grains digging into her, baby across her knees,
she patted his bottom and thought deeply
about nothing whatever,
listening to waves wash away the red.

Wash away the red
that marked the end of Empire.

Later on, baby had gas.

Nan (Pilgrim variety)

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

1 posted 2008-02-18 02:17 PM

Pray tell, Pilgrim, what was in the baby's bottle? ~ and YOURS! lol

I LOVED it! So mystical, mythical, ethereal, poetic ~ and the ending was a gas!!! lol

Great write!!! ~ both classical and 'gas'ical!

Linda

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

2 posted 2008-02-18 05:17 PM

Enjoyed reading this...James

Artic Wind
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 8080
Realm of Supernatural

3 posted 2008-02-18 06:47 PM

Very Mystical Indeed!

Enjoyed ALOT!

ARCTIC WIND

Alison

Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

4 posted 2008-02-19 02:58 AM

Nan

Okay you swept me up - and now I am laughing .. guffawing maybe. Gas? Too funny. I love this poem

Alison

Pilgrimage
Member Elite

since 2001-12-04

Posts 3945
Texas, USA

5 posted 2008-02-19 09:49 AM

Thanks guys. It's the first poem I've written in at least a month. I just sat down and decided if I didn't write something I never would. I posted it three places, but as usual, pip is the only people who get me.

Nan (Pilgrim variety)

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