Alchemisland

Have you ever feared

Like a pious does

The devil’s appearance

What a click might reveal?

I winced, expecting that dulling instant

My mind has kindly hinted in whispers

Since I crossed that wicked isthmus.

Bones tossed skittered across a rot-crusted bin lid

I read what they say and meaningtake, but who is it fatemakes?

A word my skewered, o’er-preened honour demands I articulate

A word recalls a world but half unfurled.

You Lates shall have none of the early worm’s taste

He bragged, arriving at a wormless glade for the third running day.

I turn windward, terrified not to win

I spent a whole day watching grass sway through my window

I cannot but obey every cascaded thought’s exaggerations

After my pitiful demonstration I am expecting the worst, ‘haps deservedly.

A curt remonstration then the silence of a church, suchlike for all cursed eternity.

A word, just a word, with the power to burn and worsen and curdle

It does not seem right that a word should boast a wyvern’s bite

What use sighing? Besides

Tides excise a castle’s side better than cannonfire’s burst ere might.

Either way it is there to lift skyward when we feel a weight

Which is misery’s byword. My freed form tries to thrive.

Zipped waiting is hardly life

Clipped exchanges eclipsing times

We strove to be nicer. Better days but bygone as Apollo and Python.

Sewn lips fruitless proving, sure to frustrate comely debate’s timely interplay.