Poem: Forgotten but Not Gone
I guess this is just a creative week for me. Here's a new poem inspired by a series of dreams from last night. Apologies to Master Yeats for stealingborrowing the last line.
Forgotten but not Gone
You foolish mortals,
with your spinning gears
and your cold-wrought death,
did you really think you could banish us
by dint of faulty memories and revisionist history?
Once upon a time may have come and gone but we are still here.
Between your rails of steel our narrow trods lie
and the detritus of your daily lives has provided us
with a new generation of hollow hills
We hold court now at a deeper witching hour,
amongst the tall straight pillars of skyscrapers;
replacements for our fallen forests and barely standing stones.
You are not the only race that knows how to adapt.
Yet even in such a diminished state we hold sway over
your artists
your dreamers
your curious ones,
drawing them still to the old places of power.
For the world remains more full of weeping then they can understand.
-ANB 2/15/06
Forgotten but not Gone
You foolish mortals,
with your spinning gears
and your cold-wrought death,
did you really think you could banish us
by dint of faulty memories and revisionist history?
Once upon a time may have come and gone but we are still here.
Between your rails of steel our narrow trods lie
and the detritus of your daily lives has provided us
with a new generation of hollow hills
We hold court now at a deeper witching hour,
amongst the tall straight pillars of skyscrapers;
replacements for our fallen forests and barely standing stones.
You are not the only race that knows how to adapt.
Yet even in such a diminished state we hold sway over
your artists
your dreamers
your curious ones,
drawing them still to the old places of power.
For the world remains more full of weeping then they can understand.
-ANB 2/15/06