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Poetry
Fantasy
Castle ruins gather in shades of granite,
moss and sky. The towers have rubbled over
turf and weed, their stones overgrown with figwort,
speedwell and clover.
Kings and queens are buried among these fragments,
names forgotten, swallowed by sod. The ancient
gods who haunt these barrows are myth, except dream
scattering Aengus.
Aengus drives his dreams like a herd of cattle,
cows and bulls sent forth into sleep-soaked pastures,
verdant fields fenced in by the gates of eyelids
laden with slumber.
Sleep, my son, for Aengus will only summon
his herd by shadow. Listen tonight for soft hooves.
Sleep, my daughter, Aengus arrives with kisses
winging about your cheeks.
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Copyright 2009, Joshua Gage. All rights reserved. Joshua Gage is an ornery curmudgeon from Cleveland, OH. His chapbook, Deep Cleveland Lenten Blues, is available from Deep Cleveland Press, and his first full-length collection, breaths, is available from VanZeno Press. He is a graduate of the Low Residency MFA Program in Creative Writing at Naropa University. He has a penchant for Pendleton shirts, rye whiskey and any poem strong enough to yank the breath out of his lungs. He stomps around Cleveland in a purple bathrobe where he hosts the monthly Deep Cleveland Poetry hour and enjoys the beer at Brew Kettle.
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