A Mythical Isle by D. M. Larson
Part I
Chiloe
- a mythical isle, held in the arms of the darkest sea.
Lights
twisting into snakes, which dance freely upon her waters.
Cries
of "mercy, peace" echo from an unknown distant shore
Fading
into mysterious whispers among the misty rains.
In
the early morning light, the island heaves a heavy sigh,
Caressed
by morning, whispering sweetness from her gentless shores.
Valleys
fierce with the sun, though a certain grayness prevails.
Hills
lush with the wet dew that continually strokes the land.
The
Blue Uniorn appears silently from within, calling,
Whispering
her name - "Chiloe" - so sweet is her name:
"Chiloe"
Part II
Dawn
never happened in the East.
A
mockery of light flickers with an albatross
Who
dances among a tangle of wooden ships
That
litter the water: woven - anchored - intertwined.
Old
sailors dream of the white whale;
Young
sailors dream of the Cape of Good Hope
Drawn
to the sea by Mermaids and Sirens.
Innocent
as the shivering Pudu,
Twisted
as the hungry boar,
Hypnotized
by the mythical beasts
That
gather in the mists of dawn.
Part III
Arthur
has died and gone to Chiloe
To
discover witches who play games with twisted men.
St.
Francis is donned in a robe of purple and orange,
Watched
and praised by Chiloetes who laugh reverently.
Mermaids
and Sirens move to deeper waters,
Afraid
of what they might catch on her shores.
And
a lonely old sailor offers his hospedaje for a peso or two,
Leaving
you to dream forever in the mist of Chiloe.
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