I’ve fallen through a rip in time tonight.
Pale outcasts perch nearby, bones tinkling,
Earth shaking with its greener mirth. Stones creak,
Horned owls shriek as spirits gather loose clouds,
Push these exotic feather-weighted shapes
Aside — — transparent curtains of their realm.
What’s on the other side? Cold hands caress
My arms invisibly. My candle glow
Reveals no beings with a shadow. Yet
I’m not alone, detect sweet fragrances,
Lush nectar of forbidden grapes above.
A cricket orchestra replays nocturnes.
I flutter like a trapped bird, then something
Or someone draws me in with secret steps.
A brittle leaf is plucked from my red hair.
Glass-blown interiors invite me there,
Strange iridescent skies pontilled with stars.
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Sample from the Elgin Award nominee A Route Obscure and Lonely
speculative poetry by LindaAnn LoSchiavo [Wapshott Press; 62 pgs].
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