Magog and Summer's Door

Magog and Summer's Door

A Poem by getinthecarplease

Lighthouses cloaked in wavelike fogs
drifting in silver processions
amongst fern and evergreen.
Spectral rivers of leaves spiral downward
and rest upon the mists lifted
into the gaze of bromine eyes.
Mugwort growing along moat shoulders
of the limestone citadel
clasped upon an auburn coast.
In summertime reverence, stands
waterfall tears and shrouds of cadence
reflecting tranquil walls
of whetted minds and detached bodies.

Hues congeal in narrow spectrums
darting through the prisms
as a theorem is gently noted
on the black oak abacus.
Phantoms of white smoke halos
tremble through a willow
dancing in holy midnight.
Spiritual swarms of innocent absence
thundering across deserts of glass
and the observations of astral oracles
in embryonic aquariums.
Lindworm draped in blackened seas
brewing eddy and hurricane
to strike haggard lands.

The glistening wicker masks
stare through a faceless lens
of colorless flame dying in the dawn.
Audience of nightlife seldom staring
at projections of reality on the screen.
Scarcely writing cinquains and couplets
for those blinded in accusations
of pretense and cries for onlookers
to feed scorched egos.
Compromising malice intent on waking
the worries and anxieties of class
for just a pocketful of love.

Traveling by his lonesome
through wastelands of numbers,
Magog dies on starless constellations.
Wiccan herbs and remedies
flood the briarwood pipes
and respirates in gleaming ghosts
of liquid skies and frozen fires.
Poplars afloat on minuets of afternoon
passionately performed in a potent pitch
by the parting pilgrimage of spring.
Now, he'll groove in fascinations,
the comet's tail reverie in slumbers,
alas... travelling by his lonesome.

© 2016 getinthecarplease


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Added on June 12, 2016
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