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Melon Cream

The Creation of Gods

By Andrew Forrest BakerPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
Melon Cream
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Saddle up to sycophants

Screaming noxious blue from throats

Coated in melon cream


Opal essence

Essentially. Bound starboard. Bound

Like Minerva to the stern

Kicking and screaming in a moon

So full it is no longer a reflection

But the sun itself.

Fly with the feather-clad

Further upstream


Praises to the full fool-hearty moon opal


We traveled so far to be here.


Slip. Slither. Offer

Pomegranate seeds like stars

Blinking red like Mars

Like Mercury

Like Minerva bound to her stern.

Ships sink into a midnight sky

Form constellations

From the dreams we dreamed

In rust

And opal

And blue with melon cream.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Andrew Forrest Baker

he | him

Southern gothic storyteller.

My new novel, The House That Wasn't There, is out now from April Gloaming Publishing.


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