''Castle Rock'' - A poem by John Eric Gulliksen

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Copyright by John Eric Gulliksen
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a poem by John Eric Gulliksen

I think that it may be time
to crack the shell
free the fledgling
to try its wings
and fall
if it must


'Twas the eve of Sabbat
and throughout the crypt
giggling maidens dallied with scullery boys
and the senile old aunt twittered from the porch railing

A silver scribe pierced a dragon's eye
a drop of venom fell earthward

-This land must be freed, my son!
to take its place within the firmament!-

and the gull dropped a clamshell
upon Castle Rock


Nemesis' venerated relics will be defiled
in a week or two
and man/god will demand retribution
a sacrifice


Plant a scarf upon the highest pillar
and play king-o'-the-mountain
we held a picnic
on Castle Rock


crystalline shimmering
the oversphere breaks
falls to the sea
flaming tatters
bits of flesh and blood

-What matter if the neverborn die here?
This is the hour when the ovum of ideal is fertlized!
by ego

It took but the fluttering of a silken handerchief
to loose this gale
that crashes, pounding,
against the cleft of Nature's bosom
while the gull soars
over those who die on Castle Rock
shedding not
a tear


Where is the grandeur
the pomp and circumstance of yesterday's sorrows?

fashioned in silver
enfolded in lace


I have seen my limbs
age old
covered in frost
withering tendons on a vine

ashes to ashes
dust to dust

as thunder roars
evermore silently

beneath Catle Rock