I'e always loved words, but the things I build are not things you see from allistics. These are fables, parables, perils, call them what you will, but what they truly are is what as stim pattern looks like. Tessellations of Impossible Things that the world views as folderal. Despite that I add to the world of the Strangeways year after year. Most pieces are villanelle or tercet, but there are the occasional heroic couplets just to keep things interesting. Turtle was the very first.
Turtle upon Tide
Across the stars, o’er the dire Morpheus Strait, Turtle upon the Tide.
Concealed by the Firefly Tide, a blur of starlight, Nod clutching tight,
from the Doldrums to the heart of the Byways, each twilight they ride.
Crossing to the lands of mortal sleep, napsands billow as a child sighed.
Small mortal drifting, softly, delicate webs form the magic of the night.
Across the stars, o’er the dire Morpheus Strait, Turtle upon the Tide.
Willful things take to wing, others, worn and wary, seek a place to hide.
One, possessed of burning fire, the other hope, an argent, eternal light,
from the Doldrums to the heart of the Byways, each twilight they ride.
Turtle, paddles onward, Nod, napsand drifting, Nonsense at his side.
Turtle leading, course by Star charted: Byways left, Elsewhere right.
Across the stars, o’er the dire Morpheus Strait, Turtle upon the Tide.
Wraith, antlered and skeletal creeping, a demon born as dreams died.
Ravenous, it haunts dire Morpheus Strait, consuming all within its sight.
From the Doldrums to the heart of the Byways, each twilight they ride.
Wise Turtle, cunning overcoming might always as before, so Turtle tried.
On lustrous courses of the Tide, Nod and Nonsense awash in firefly light.
Across the stars, o’er the dire Morpheus Strait, Turtle upon the Tide.
From the Doldrums to the heart of the Byways, each twilight they ride.
Turtle upon Tide
Across the stars, o’er the dire Morpheus Strait, Turtle upon the Tide.
Concealed by the Firefly Tide, a blur of starlight, Nod clutching tight,
from the Doldrums to the heart of the Byways, each twilight they ride.
Crossing to the lands of mortal sleep, napsands billow as a child sighed.
Small mortal drifting, softly, delicate webs form the magic of the night.
Across the stars, o’er the dire Morpheus Strait, Turtle upon the Tide.
Willful things take to wing, others, worn and wary, seek a place to hide.
One, possessed of burning fire, the other hope, an argent, eternal light,
from the Doldrums to the heart of the Byways, each twilight they ride.
Turtle, paddles onward, Nod, napsand drifting, Nonsense at his side.
Turtle leading, course by Star charted: Byways left, Elsewhere right.
Across the stars, o’er the dire Morpheus Strait, Turtle upon the Tide.
Wraith, antlered and skeletal creeping, a demon born as dreams died.
Ravenous, it haunts dire Morpheus Strait, consuming all within its sight.
From the Doldrums to the heart of the Byways, each twilight they ride.
Wise Turtle, cunning overcoming might always as before, so Turtle tried.
On lustrous courses of the Tide, Nod and Nonsense awash in firefly light.
Across the stars, o’er the dire Morpheus Strait, Turtle upon the Tide.
From the Doldrums to the heart of the Byways, each twilight they ride.