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


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CASTLE ROCK
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

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

and the gull dropped a clamshell
upon Castle Rock

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

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

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crystalline shimmering
shattering
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

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

fashioned in silver
enfolded in lace

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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
I
finish