Anchored Cities

Hurled afar, a scepter wrought by careless gods Plunges down to Neptune’s dark and deep abyss, Where the fickle ruler grins with greed and nods While young sailors fail to dodge his deadly kiss. Anchored cities plead that mariners return; Skies obscure the ocean’s bleak and daring flow, Haunted unavailingly from depths whose glow Spreads its maledictions cast from Hades’ urn. Amorous, triumphant fancies come to fill Noble annals which Atlantis never knew, Truthed by victories whose sapphire, wanton hue Wakes the restful morn while seagulls voice their will. They, of all the mortal forms whose budding smile Holds men’s dreams in cages where their wings are clipped, Strayed from earth to steal the loveliness they sipped, Awed and speechless, while they sought to speed their trial. Seeking passage though they are, the cloak of youth Hides the slumber woven by their music’s pride Deep within the snows of Atlas, mute and wide, Soft like moss and spread on valleys broad and smooth. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com