Tuesday, February 28, 2012


Aia created the stars
with the caress of her fingertips
then curled in the darkness between
to dream

Bo-eem stomped
in his jealousy of light
and from his feet
he pressed the rocky turf
of Earth

Caere sang to the two
his puzzling song
of answers plucked from questions
and storms in the void ceased
in thoughtful peace

Dinn stands guard
the fourth of three
his sword is judge
and his eye is clarity
and every desire to be unmade
stains his blade


Loren Eaton said...

This one is very interesting, Jason. It sounds like the background for a longer fantasy piece.

SzélsőFa said...

i favour to think that this one is a riddle, and i like it :)

SzélsőFa said...

uhm, like light-earth-wind (air)-fire kind of riddle.
huh, i might be totally off track here. but i liked playing with it.:)

Anonymous said...

Loren, very cool! I've been reading the Silmarillion by Tolkien, and I thought, why should Tolkien have all the fun??

Szelsofa, I wrote this one very quickly and organically, so whatever you sensed there was a direct line from my psyche. :)