Narrative Poem: The Weeds on the Wall

  Centuries ago the seas concealed cities, Home to folk who prefered water to air, Who looked nearly but not fully like we. One was named Julrane, with ankle length hair Blue as the water, and eyes of light, deep green. She lived in Gulfia, near Persia, where She tended the Citadel’s flower garden. More... Continue Reading →

Advertisements

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑