{"sf1_id":1353690,"sf2_id":"m8DDVAvm","title":"The Isle of Echoes","author":"Mister Moira","words":136,"posted_at":"2018-07-23T21:49:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Doldrums","Isle","Poetry","despair","loneliness"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1353690-the-isle-of-echoes","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/m8DDVAvm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/13/f0/13f060a4-82ad-4de7-aaa3-56ef7d0cb913","description":"#4 of Poetry\n\nA sestina about a place between spaces. I tried to take an abstract feeling, make it concrete, and then abstract that concrete abstraction. This was the result","content":"\u0026nbsp;The Isle of Echoes\n\nDreaming Horizon  \nEyes rolling in the sockets of the sky's skull  \nThe shore shudders, name scrawled in blood  \nOn the ocean, sapphire sepulchre  \nWhere the whispers writhe between waking and  \nSleeping\n\nCatholicon for convulsions of demiurge's delirium,   \nBurning Horizon  \nThe ocean, cool coat thrown over  \nThe sky's chest, swelling and heaving  \nWith whispers, these two words  \nTo make the shore shake\n\nThe shore succumbs, becomes  \nA spiral tower pit  \nFor whispers, sighing wheels  \nTurning horizon  \nOpening the sky's eyes  \nFlooded with ocean, turquoise tombstone\n\nWhispers, sprouting fangs   \nSeeds sown in the ocean, cavernous craw  \nScreaming Horizon  \nThe shore recoils   \nFrom the final wave,   \nSinking into the sky's neck\n\nCracks in the sky's crown, whispers crashing ships   \nIn the black light finally fades, the ocean, graveyard for gods   \nThe shore inhales, breathing horizon\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1353431-we-used-to-be-wild.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1353967-maelstrom.json"}}