Quills

Dip a sharpened quill
into the bluest
ink of time and
link it when
then drink it now.
Draw forth the weather’s
breath
through walls
Nasrid built and
exhale
princes, all, are bid
adieu
measured now
for red yellow red.
Abdicate the past,
passed caliphate and amir,
proclaim an indigo crown
to roost
and rule
Real palace
and walk
in solace its
empty gardens.
De-scribe a phallus from
her mantle green
with the dust of
envy lost:
sharing
her and his-
story.

∞

Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017).  Today’s prompt: write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion..

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