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Carl Alston Poem
Truly, if blood is life
her veins run eternity
and heart beats;
the fountain of youth.
Kiss me least I run dry
and wither away to die
Copyright © Carl Alston | Year Posted 2017
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Carl Alston Poem
All is red in Birstay
city of red clay
We throw it all day long
and sing a merry working song
In rhythm with the wheel
Once a month merchants come
to make trades,
on the way
to the Kings market square
A festive place to be
Troubdours, jongleurs and jesters
perform for their keep
and every desire is traded for
in the street
There's booths selling hot food
and some sell drink
flags and pendants fly
while children play
as Knights and Queens
The most beautiful pots
come with birstay kiln marks
especially the ones I make
because I inlay
dragon scale in shades
of turquoise and jade
Birstay won't go
where I dare to go
to find the best
prettiest scales
Where dragons shed
Near the cliffs
of the sea
Once in the courtyard
The nobles set their worth
So commons can't afford
Only Kings Queens and lords
One day I gave aid
to an old friend in need
and couldn't leave in time,
but was out of all supplies
of what pottery buys
It was already late
in the day
with no time to waste
I just loaded the wagon
and went on my way
The moon shines bright
and the scenery is plush,
but the old road is deep in ruts
Rock, shake and bounce
slow but steady
along with the pots I took
Finally I see
the campfire
of the merchants
Will they let me make a trade
so I can
be home
by the first
light of day?
What is this I hear
a low growl like hungry bears
I Stop to pull my bow
and lifting my lantern high.
I turn all around.
Nothing is seen
but the growl
still goes on.
I continued cautiously
but now the fire looked weird
like green and purple from here
with no flash nor flicker
and up above
a line of lamps
each as the full moon light
circling high
above the ground
going slowly around
Over my head opened a door
that revealed a light
bright and white as if it were day
A plank reached the ground
and on it stood a silhouette
of a person
He was small and grey
so then I felt brave
but when he reached out to me
I fainted
Barely awake I blinked my eyes
open
and I found I was
surrounded
by people strange and tiny
Copyright © Carl Alston | Year Posted 2018
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Carl Alston Poem
House abandoned long ago
Memories haunt within
and the yard around it
No despair no loneliness
life continues without.
Not aware of life before
Craving something to climb.
Creeping along the grass
where bugs chew and chatter.
Discovering old stone.
Wicked maze of cracks
many branches follow abroad
a stone masons collage
over weathered doors
though shattered windows
The house breathes in deeply
Cold stone remembered warmth
Story of stories old
No see, no hear, history
new residents never know.
Copyright © Carl Alston | Year Posted 2017
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Carl Alston Poem
Many seek the light
Few shower in the glory
The journey is harder
when smirking eyes follow
Discouraged turn to flight
The right way is hidden from high up
Learn the languages of love
known only to the wise
The password to the gate
isn't a word at all.
Copyright © Carl Alston | Year Posted 2018
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