A Castle in Alabama

A Castle in Alabama

A Poem by Haley Smith

There is a quiet castle I've found
that very few have seen.
It is massive,
booming, but still
so subtle.
Its king is a keen one,
brilliant and methodical.
He could recite
verse after verse
and carry conversations about
Arabia, Germany,
Churchill, Indians.

He has been to Thailand
and eaten their fried crickets.
He has been to Hong Kong
and felt surprise at their firm grasp
of our tongue.
He has been to Australia
and tasted the Sun, the attention
for having burnt amber skin in a
sea of pink.

But he has never been
here. He has never been inside
the rhythmic repeating bones that hold
what should be
his earthly nirvana.

One, two, three,
and even four.
Four chunks to form
what should be
his world.

But the king's world
is his castle.
He had no aid,
no serfs to assist in
his world's construction.
Each day, in the
suffocating stick of the air,
he searched for the stones
and up it went.

We all have our 
inner architecture.
I have apartment walls.
has a dungeon
that glitters like Atlantis.

In his castle,
he cowers.
He calculates.
He cries
and wails.
Wonders, dreams,
misses every moment.

The King conceals
something that latches onto
his limbs, his skull,
his spirit,
And, in the moat of his estate,
gracefully pulls him down
and away
from one, two, three
and four.

© 2010 Haley Smith

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another great poem i like this one the most

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Haley Smith
Haley Smith

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