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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

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Art by Ann Marie Rhiel 2018

Chesapeake Night

 

by Gregory E. Lucas

 

 

Moonlight glittered on the Chesapeake.      

Golden embers that the moon had cast below

wings of gulls spinning arabesques entranced

me, so I put all my concerns aside

to immerse myself in all the tranquil charm.

Sails blooming in the distance, silhouetted

against the burnished sky, rekindled hope

that a solitary voyager might grasp

bliss eluding lovers cuddled among

amorous dreams in the clamorous dark.  

Waves lapping rocks, sibilant as they rushed

between the crevices, hushed inner voices

soon buried underneath the windswept sand.

It blazed, I tell you—that trail across the sea.

It lured me off the porch to the pier’s edge.

Spellbound, I stripped and dove into ideals

promised me by the phosphorescent waves

as long as I swam steady amid the glow

and allowed the outgoing tide to carry me

if I tired in the distance from the shore.

Pausing only once to float on my back

and loaf in a hammock of troughs and crests

(wishing I could gather a bouquet of stars),

I resumed my swim across the shimmering bay,

carried on, until I had swum so far away

from shore that the pier dissolved into a speck.

Then passions succumbed to cautionary views,

but so enamored by the dreamy glow

was I that though I headed for my home,

my mind continued on its travels toward

the moon hovering above the sparkling trail,

turning midnight into a fairy tale.

 

 

Gregory E. Lucas writes fiction and poetry.  His work has appeared in issues of Yellow Mama and in many other magazines such as The Horror Zine, Bewildering Stories, Dark Dossier, Blue Unicorn, Blueline, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, and Neologism.  He lives on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina.

Gregory E. Lucas writes fiction and poetry.  His work has appeared in issues of Yellow Mama and in many other magazines such as The Horror Zine, Bewildering Stories, Dark Dossier, Blue Unicorn, Blueline, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, and Neologism.  He lives on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina.Gregory E. Lucas writes fiction and poetry. His work has appeared in issues of Yellow Mama and in many other magazines such as The Horror Zine, Bewildering Stories, Dark Dossier, Blue Unicorn, Blueline, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, and Neologism. He lives on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2018