# The Isle of Echoes

Author: Mister Moira
Tags: Death, Doldrums, Isle, Poetry, despair, loneliness

#4 of Poetry

A 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

 The Isle of Echoes

Dreaming Horizon  
Eyes rolling in the sockets of the sky's skull  
The shore shudders, name scrawled in blood  
On the ocean, sapphire sepulchre  
Where the whispers writhe between waking and  
Sleeping

Catholicon for convulsions of demiurge's delirium,   
Burning Horizon  
The ocean, cool coat thrown over  
The sky's chest, swelling and heaving  
With whispers, these two words  
To make the shore shake

The shore succumbs, becomes  
A spiral tower pit  
For whispers, sighing wheels  
Turning horizon  
Opening the sky's eyes  
Flooded with ocean, turquoise tombstone

Whispers, sprouting fangs   
Seeds sown in the ocean, cavernous craw  
Screaming Horizon  
The shore recoils   
From the final wave,   
Sinking into the sky's neck

Cracks in the sky's crown, whispers crashing ships   
In the black light finally fades, the ocean, graveyard for gods   
The shore inhales, breathing horizon

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