The Island (standard:poetry, 93 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Feb 18 2006	Views/Reads: 3180/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Quest

Spring is the beginning of bright defiances, 

of flowers beneath the newly-minted leaves, 

of voyages not yet over. 

. 

The helmsman's oars bring me off 

a dappled-island shore 

where soft-lipped unicorns still adore 

mushrooms ringed with morning's polished 

stones in a dell of magic silences 

where negre shadows rise 

to castle-chiseled peaks of gold 

leaned against the rainbow-tinted sky. 

. 

But I am destined for another shore, 

no quiet abode, 

where sirens lure with fateful song 

from gargoyled rocks 

that jut from swirling foam 

and end my search 

with knuckles hard and cold. 


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