In an age when carnivores clashed with herbivores,
the planet was ruled by a vast race of reptilian dinosaurs.
Dramatic battles raged across the continent, permitting the
descendants of the survivors to claim territorial dominance.
Omnivores kept to the shadows, consuming the nutrients of the carnage,
while adolescent megalodons evolved in the shallows -
feasting on the discarded limbs of the warring battle's garbage.
Although chaotic, the ecosystems remained tremendously balanced,
for every ounce of soft flesh required hides that were calloused.
The Earth was the ship and the dinosaurs were ballast.
Steady as she went until the reckoning of malice,
when the soldiers of fire blackened the aurora borealis.
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Kale Bova
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Oooo, my favourite were the last 3 lines! Fantastic poem!
I was deeply impressed by its vivid imagery and powerful storytelling. Your depiction of the ancient world ruled by dinosaurs was both dramatic and evocative, bringing to life a time of chaos and balance. The way you weave nature's brutality with poetic elegance is truly remarkable. Thank you for sharing such a compelling piece. Best regards, Dr. Jay
The soldiers of fire indeed. With the world getting more vulnerable, what would be our chances, puny as we are. I wonder what the next event will be. Food for thought are your poetical words.