January 26th, 2012
Open Question: Is this piece of prosetry worth pursuing?
Somewhere in between the creases, folded on a map
there are new dimensions waiting to be explored.
Free from earthly ties and chains, we fly across a sherbert sea,
revelling below five moons, which burn as bright as day.
There,beside the Isle of Lachrhannon, the Sucklingers awake.
Teeth so sharp yet temporary, regenerate nightly,
And every morning brings fresh prey.
The debris of the day before’s feast, has dissappeared once more,
leaving only the seedlings of the Weeping Grasses.
(That and the promise of their evening chorus
amid the wailing battles of Blencudhra Plain…)
The New Sun heralds harmony, but not as we have ever heard before.
