Today, I wrote a poem about fairies, elves, mermaids, and nature, inspired by the amazing town I’m currently staying in.
The View from the Nehaj Fortress
One could almost believe
that the elves went to war
with the fairies here.
The hills, bathing their feet
in the sea are true
testimony; there have been
no humans here,
and the pigeons,
nesting languidly
among the ruins,
tell their own story
of wind calling home
to roost, while down
in the bay, thirsty mermaids
come up to drink the air.
Later, sated, drunk,
they chase shoals of cipal
like slivers of light,
lost in the deep.
The clouds salute this calm,
leaving small, dewy fingerprints
on the hilltops.
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