Cosy Castle


Out in the black a tiny spark
Blooms into flaming flesh
That flickers, a fiery dancer
Amidst a slowly forming picture
Imagined, improved, approved as
Yes … that castle only dreamt of
Time and effort bring it into view
With towers, turrets and bartizans
Crenellations atop sturdy walls
Moat and drawbridge, portcullis
A statement of power, of dominion
A protection gainst any assault
From the envious or less fortunate
Fully equipped with arrow slits
Endless ramparts, battlements
Murder holes and oubliettes
Till in time as will in time all
The tide turns and with a sigh
The sandcastle returns to sand

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This is a response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #80

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 2, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. I find I like this thought a lot. When I was reading it I was imagining the Land of Utopia and seeing it pieced together as the words progressed. Building into reality, each detail becoming clearer to see. And then the tide turned and my thoughts scattered and I was left with the tiny thought fractals to rebuild the memory of all that I hope comes to pass.

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    • I take little credit for this. It was more a gift I was granted, I am glad you enjoyed reading and dreaming. 🙂

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      • I understand this thought completely. Everything I write, though it ran through my mind and came from my fingers clickety clacketying on the keyboard, I still feel my words are more gift than they ever feel like my own. In other words, I feel like I am composing The Universe’s messages and just enjoying the boon of being the lady in the middle.

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  2. Beautifully written, Ben. I could see it form, and as quickly wash away in the high tide. Such a perfect metaphor! 🙂

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  3. I agree with Betty–I was seeing the castle rising, and then washed away with the waves. And yes, a good metaphor. (I also love the sounds of words describing the castle, crenellations being a particular favorite.)

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