Into the dark forest of face
up slab steps at cautions pace
wanders robed wizard of burl,
as leaves blow in zephyrs swirl.
Catacombs dark openings tunnel
times sand of hour glass funnel
narrowed between future and past
presence is viewed through the glass.
Beyond the black bottom cave
in empty hearts longing grave
lurks life's threshold dream
lost in blind horizons scream.
Mystic slumbers echoed silence
summers sounds and blossomed fragrance
flower fields in rising sun unfurl
with wizards magic light whispered whirl.
Author notes
drawing is prompt
Drawing: "A Medal Lauf Og Steinn", pointillism.
In a list
A contest entry
- My first contest! Picture Prompt by Itzamna.
600 points, ended October 13, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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