Alchemisland

A mountain range billion of years old

The Irish mind cold to Freud have peopled its forests with voidlings

Half things, old kings, horse fish and changelings

We don’t usually get earthquakes out here but this one split the ridge

What terrible things, ancient a million years before men lived, to whom mountains are midges

Rise and steal back life, the reviled alive once again, the strife of the mountain’s creation equal to the spite of its nations

Forms built for moonlight, night’s breached chrysalis beholds flapping butterflies

Size of ostrich eggs with every spattered colour

The stars were all lepidopterists that night

Something dark born, the leonids flee this.