Island

by Diana Gruber

We RARELY publish poetry, but this one tickled us..

I struggled with a single oar
And landed on a foreign shore
Fragrance wafted on the breeze
Tiny birds looked down from trees

The birds erupted in a chorus
When I headed toward the forest
Eldritch colors lit the scene
And there before me stood a queen

Antlers crowned her ancient head
She led me past a flower bed
To a symbol covered stone
I noticed we were not alone

Dappled sunlight trickled down
The forest creatures gathered round
A cauldron with an odd concoction
That's when I was sold at auction

To a pistol-waving ape
Who said he could help me escape
In a rowboat made of glass
And that's why I am late for class

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Diana Gruber is on Bluesky: Digruber.bsky.social