AT THE BACK OF BEYOND

On a rocky coast at the back of beyond

relentless waves

steadily pound -

surging; churning up icy spray.

No calm clear pond,

the heaving sea crashes.

The sky is misty,

wild, and gray.

Man does not come

to this place of magic

of sylkies and faeries;

and sea nymphs, tragic.

Wizards hold here

with crystal and fire

elves and sprites

with pan flute and lyre.

The tales of men,

the charms, the lore,

begin back of beyond

on a storm washed shore.

Ellie Ferejohn Maziekien

 

3/11/2000

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