Less than a shade of memory
a miasma of weak horror screaming
at a rescuer who cannot hear
wallowing on the edge of worlds
A splinter of threaded light between them
and bridges across a chasm too deep to know
Pools of shadow and visions of the upside down
the dead city I wandered
before the stitching began to fray
and the bridge I crossed started to crumble
one stone at a time away into the void
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Hope you all have a good Friday!
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Image by Prettysleepy from Pixabay
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6 responses to “The Upside Down”
Hey man, have you ever read any Samuel R Delaney? I have a copy of Dhalgren, but haven’t attempted to read it. It’s about the “recombinant city,” one that is there for a while, then disappears, and so on. Your writing sometimes reminds me of this idea. Also, the burial place of King Arthur, Avalon, is said to be a “sinking island,” an unstable place that is never there permanently.
Happy Friday!
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Rob, no, I haven’t read it! It might sound strange, but that idea of the disappearing/reappearing city is exactly like something I used to dream about as a kid. It was always the same city, sort of ancient Romanesque, and I was always alone in it. It’s been the inspiration for a lot of what I’ve written. Thank you for the comment and recommendations! Cheers
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Enjoy the thought of the upside down… Cheers man
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Thank you, cheers back (:
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The past is there to haunt us, perhaps, but the bridges from it are certainly gone. Great imagery.
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Thank you! And yes, I find myself sometimes wishing there was a bridge.
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