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Goats eat and **** the grass of ramparts, stupefied cannons sit, garrisoned sentries primed for nights of buccaneers, seared by centuries of sun. Down shadowed cobblestoned ramps, fortified shutters covet rifle forend and barrel, wresting rumored slave rebellions from the locker of history, while languid waves whisper indifferently a roll call of human cargo, chattel displaced, cast to the sea. Here history sways to sounds of brown skinned children at play in breakers, laughing, shrieking, thrashing, buoyed by time to this vaulted brick reverberating chamber, here a window’s light is cast beckoning vision past the beach, to seek the horizon Icarus like, to fly towards beauty in terror where an azure sky conjoins a turquoise bay. Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
CARIBBEAN FORTRESS MUNITIONS ROOM
There's a meadow past the village On a hill...where magic swarms You can see it on a summer night When the clouds predict the storms Life from time eternal Starts appearing in the field Gnomes and bluebell fairies and the magic that they yield You can see them from the village Dancing in the moonlights glow You can see the lightning jumping You can see the ebb and flow The pixies and the fairies Folk who are part of their own world Light up the distant meadow As the magic is unfurled Daisies and soft bluebells fill the meadow in the sun there is clover and some dragonflies And young children having fun The magic folk are hiding Lights are hid, and tucked away Until the humans in their world Pack to end the day It's then, from down the village That the meadow lights begin Where the magic lights the sky up In the early gloaming din If a human breaks the borders Coming out and much too near The lights go dark...and silent For the magic world has ears There are sentries in the meadow All unseen to you That alert the makers of the lights When the humans are in view there is magic in the meadow magic lanterns are set free where the world becomes a canvas Of dancing lights for all to see
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
The Meadow