There are red-eyed Rex's
with long lithe lizard tails
that wrap around tree trunks,
affixing them while they stare
out for prey
—they slipped through time somehow—
(an affront to humanity and progress)
to unpeel the hubris
from the bones of humans
and their short story written
on geologic time maps…
somehow it has fallen to me
and my oldest friend
to wield witchy water spells
over an abandoned dam:
bring the water back
that floats and floods them
to their own mega scales
and high oxygen dome
yet the doubt cripples my
hands, my voice
though knowing I must take the leap,
I do
and so do you
We met our folks in a quaint,
bare-bones resto after
but no one wants to talk about
what happened
(especially not the boomers)
and I keep pushing back
from the table
and padding quiet soles
of velvet feet
down the short hallway
to the tiny bathroom, to readjust
my body
and my expectations
because I know that, too
is part of the spell
About the Creator
Kate Kastelberg
-cottage-core meets adventure
-revels in nature, mystery and the fantastical
-avoids baleful gaze of various eldritch terrors
-your Village Witch before it was cool
-under command of cats and owls
-let’s take a Time Machine back to the 90s
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Comments (2)
Nice entry.
Interesting to read.