The Prophet Obblonge - I Remember, In Dreams

The bell in the tower visible from here tolls in threes
Seemingly at random
Or at least to a doctrine unknown to me

Blues and maroons envelop the stone edifices as ivy growing angrily
The lone creator god took another sacrifice today
The fourteen-year old's craft was found overturned on the beachside, empty
There was no storm

It has demanded much since coming as it did through sword and violence to this island
Perhaps its best I stay away from the town center and deal only
With the women who make their weekly rounds up here
They are always so weary from the journey I give them more than a fair price for their wares

I saw the fisher boy alight out this morning, same as any other
He was the only male left of his clan
There was nothing untold or untoward in his practiced departure

The oldest of my weekly goods merchants wants me to choose a bride from her helpers
Has been suggesting it heavy-handed for months now
Says this place is too big for one, and that I am not yet close to being past my prime
She is correct, and almost all of the faces that accompany her are beauty incarnate
Truly gifts of the old gods

None shy away from my gaze
It has been years since my Esme was called to the sea
Perhaps that's why I stay so far up here
Tending to the lights and the paths of the old prosperous ones
Its where they tell me I'm needed

The crawling colors abreast the stonemasonry are growing brighter
And more ardent in their fingered graspings
I have noticed this before
There is a clash coming on the winds
These walls are strong and the passage here narrow

I think the next time I see the merchantwoman
I will tell her that she possesses a keen eye and heart
She keeps her jewelry and tattoos hidden elsewhere
But here they are welcomed by the walls and the one who tends them

Perhaps she would not scoff if I told her
That she was the one who hath captured my youthful desire

Alight, my heart, for I am wed once more
To Iris, director of fineries and commerce on this isle
Laughter of her daughters reports off the stone floors below
She has grown rounder since taking a supervisory role in the business

Choosing to stay with me up here near the guiding lights
The decorations of our past history with the skies and earthen
Enchanted bared for them to spy
It brings such a new glow to her countenance to do so openly

Esme always regaled me with smiling titterings that she had chosen well
And Iris does the same
In even more expansive dialogue

Despite the grey in my beard
I am a devout worshipper of all things goddess
And it goes not unappreciated

Together we record the colors and their probable prophecies
They will be necessary for the younger ones soon
No doubt

Written by:
Michael Mackenzie

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