A king desires gold;
A queen staves her age;
The princess craves power,
But I grant none of these.
My skill to read
Starry maps of night
Foretells only possibility;
And grants no certainty.
Points of light plot no destiny;
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glittering hope ordains no fate;
Foretelling maps only through
The black holes of the futures
Where one falls.
This windy port draws the lonely
through tufting tides between bows
Sailors and navigators ply
unseen highways from this rough
city to another.
To ride the whale road takes heart
and luck and an empty home;
The space between ports liminal
full of risk, fear; chances to perish,
and of hope.
(c) Copyright 2019 by Kevin J. Fellows
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I allow them
Mine is not
and take all
until no more
is there life
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A fire snaps burning cold,
memories burn and scratch.
What I’ve lived, unseen
by kings and queens
us all to death.
The fortunate few are as cursed
by fortune or ill fate; the view
hinged upon which side of the gate
one stands in the mired stain.