Fortress
by Chad Robertson
Seldom is it
That
I catch
Warm smiles in
My wind sails
And when I do
I let them carry me
To unknown destinations.
With forward force of laughter
I have come upon a fortress
Fortified with feelings strong
And notions
Unexplainable.
Rising
From this sea of anonymity
It's walls boasted
Simplicity
But hinted at some
Thing
Glimpsed greater
Only from within.
Now present-
Tense-
With lack of warm smiles
Stranded
I stand alone and
Attempt approach
But held at bay
No doors or windows to be found.
I call out to its queen
And pillbox puppets
Mount the parapets
And marionette strings
From skies draw it’s
Four walls
Higher, higher.
The queen is home
I can hear sacred smiling
Trying to communicate
But wicked counsel
Keeps this king
Closed off from purpose.
Her priests and royal aids
Peer down from Heaven
With arms folded
Pouring down their harsh admonishments
Undoing all my distance
Traveled.
The lofty blank walls
Looming
Magic vanished
duped by devious
Design
And now I cold cry out
condemning crafty
Demon.
Queen.
What secrets hide behind those walls?
What treasure does she hold?
I'll never know
And ever wonder
Why
Those warm smiles brought me here.
Island alone
No boat to float
These salty sewer
seas
I enter oceans
Once again
Knowing that
I'm doomed to drown.
