Pomegranate Flowers: NaPoWriMo 2022: Sandcastles

[4/30/2022]

Mountains, castles, and cathedrals rise

Up from the sea-damp and sandy shore,

Their bulwarks imagination’s prize.

Fleetingly they stand, and then no more.

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Bitter wind will batter fragile walls,

And come scrape the sculptured edge away.

Still in the time until vision falls,

Small joys are found where the sea holds sway.

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A shell window, hole an empty door,

Fingerprints a crenelation high;

Gull’s feather tree from lost land before,

White and proud beneath an ice-blue sky.

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Echo of a tower holds no bells

To sing out the hour on Sunday morn.

Mountain keep is far from all its dells,

Sole image from some loved book reborn.