Atlantis

Grant her the trident 

with which to conjure up the sunken city,

the square and the compass

to calculate the diameters of the cerebral journey,

as her ark is bent on pursuing

the emerald of a charted symmetry.

Grant her the trident

with which to subdue the dragon

that had been long conceived

in the depth of her contaminated heritage,

as her crusade is bent on surmounting

the convolutions of a mental labyrinth.

Into the Abyss

It will take the seven oceans to cleanse the soiling of our souls,

to flush out the debris from our clogged pores,

to peel off the ugliness

that drapes our tarnished walls,

the soot, the mould.

There are no Charles Darneys in the real world,

a noble spirit that would sacrifice its life

to save a scapegoat’s,

that is plunging down into the abyss

once and for all.

A Visitation

In my world, there are no kings and queens,

hence the concept of monarchy is alien to me,

and this lack of interest

is not intended to manifest

any disrespect

for the royal sect.

In a dream, I descend a flight of ancient steps,

only to view a partly dilapidated wing

of a majestic building,

where I am told by a dark-skinned Usherer

I once had my own dwelling.

At the huge doorway, a young woman,

who wears a white, woolen hat

and a very beautiful shawl,

embraces me with tears of joy.  

The blueness of her eyes vies

with the azure of the skies.

In the morning, I start to wonder at the capacity of our dreams

to evoke people who have no presence in our reality,

but a year later a picture of the woman in her youth

appears on my timeline on Facebook.

I still ponder over what makes a monarch bid me goodbye

three days before she dies?

An Encounter II

I carry my dog five flights of stairs

four times a day,

and as I breathlessly mount the arduous steps

I say to Lucia “the sniper has not caught up with us yet,”

then I plant three kisses on her tiny, velvety head.

But don’t snipers prefer to maintain some distance

between themselves and their intended victims?

I resolve to ascertain this fact on the net

since this topic is still alien to my literary mindset!

Fragrance

Let me remind you that it’s the head that teems with scents,

not thy nostrils!

They only titillate its mucous for fleeting seconds,

or some lingering minutes,

but have a lasting impact upon your cerebral cells

for as long as you live.

Each scent has its own personal context

an emotional aura,

conjuring up the past

and whatever pertains to thy daily presence,  

a fragrant image

that brings to life all that is aesthetic

and hauntingly pleasant.