Caspian – a sonnet

It has the cadence of a wind’s caress,

Conjuring up a far-flung landlocked sea,

Inhabited by turtles, gulls and terns,

Its salty waters lapping endlessly

On fragments of ancient Persian tribes.

An echo of childhood stories, for me,

A wardrobe door to a magical world,

A princely name from Lewis’ fantasy.

Music echoing with ambient sounds,

Dust and disquiet, beat and euphony;

Drums and dynamics bloom and bough,

One note evolves into polyphony.

In waves of consonance and dissonance,

Caspian’s deep oceans of concrescence.


© Kim M. Russell, 2015

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