Alchemisland

I see a statue hewn of many metals on an obol-coloured pedestal covered with votive petals

Overlooking pearl and orichalcumnugget-cobbled mazeways

Primary ores restored in order of primacy by primal hands

Abundant nickel, fickle metals which do not tickle that tipple-need which only gold drizzles

Coppers, bronzes, tins and other things which barely gleam to life in sunshine

Secrets never told hoarded by magpies, geodes from the ground with sky aspects of which its riches-speckled chest consisted

Silver and gold for its head, those blessed above their brethren

Shade of ochre a weary sun threads along soon-wine horizons.