Words

Words... Words... Words... What are mere symbols and shapes on paper to describe the shattering apparitions I have seen and the stinging sensations that have pierced my life’s shackled shadow? Yet even as I weigh and measure these coarse characters on this page, pallid cold clouds swift over my remembrance of the inn above the cliffs of Aesacus. Pounding waves carry my intentions to sleep and baleful, thundering storms still wake me in the depths of the night while the echoes of the vanishing angel’s voice whisper on. 

 

My mind now fills with the restless, roaring ocean. Reefs of jagged, black rock rise like lone pillars. Trying to crawl from underneath the swelling sea, they are ever forced adown under the relentless onslaught of the pounding green waves; deep green waves that rise up like arched wings, then fall and shatter upon themselves in foamy ruins. Above this salty thunder, black wooden fingers fasten upon the perennial, gray rock that towers over. This ancient matted structure is Idler Inn.

Author's Note

The opening page of An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness. I hope you'll join my journey this year, exploring the depths of pain, and the fight for freedom from every chain within.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Imagination makes time and place so real when in the hands of a true dreamer. You see and feel the heat of magical far away shores, I ache for the inked pages of tied print waiting for delivery!

' Above this salty thunder, black wooden fingers fasten upon the perennial, gray rock that towers over. This ancient matted structure is Idler Inn.' A place with thunder settling into a time when... perhaps. Will read every word.

[An owl on the moon]

Finding me in smiles now, reading your very kind, very lifting thoughts. Thank you dear poet. There you are in the glory of Dorset, and me landlocked wishing for the waves. And I still smile, thankful my dear friend can sit on the coast of heaven's joy. :)

[thetish]

Thank you dear poet for your words, words, words. They speak so loudly to my fragile soul.

[An owl on the moon]

I am so grateful for your uplifting thoughts, dear poet.

[Einstein Noodle]

ooooooooooooooooo dark intro indeed ..will do my best not to miss whats coming
E.
ps. love haunted places and googled Idler Inn to no avail..is it a made up place?

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, so good to have you here my friend. And thank you! Alas, it is a haunting place that is only found in my soul's dark corners.

[Einstein Noodle]

no more frightening place eh!? ;))

[An owl on the moon]

So very true. It follows wherever you go. :)