fantasy – Page 44 – elancharan gunasekaran

the storm thinks that it has won but the forest has spread its seeds and grim will

imagine waking up in a nest filled with iron winged scorpions

from the mouth of shadows violet rivers spill forth and race towards the end of time

herons rise on wings of smoke as rivers split into fire and silence

hollowed but hallowed where’s the sense in that

eavesdropping on the conversation between crashing waves and the barnacled face of the coast

luminous frogs leap through the bog devouring any evidence of light

the tantric fire does not burn it simply engulfs and drowns you in ecstasy

along the pale sea icebergs drift like forgotten temples

all is art until shadows and tendrils take over warm limbs