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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Friday, September 12, 2008

Right Back Out

Sent "What the Sea Sends" to Weird Tales. They only publish a few poems, but what the heck. Nothing ventured nothing gained.

2 comments:

Stewart Sternberg said...

Good luck on the poem. I think the poetry in horror is always a difficult sell and sometimes a difficult swallow. Still, there is definitely a place for it.

Steve Buchheit said...

Stewart, yes it is. Although this poem is more toward the fantasy than the dark fantasy side of things. It's mostly the implications of the poem that dive toward the dark side.

Also, glad to see you here. :)