Greetings, my friends!
Many of you who know me personally know of my deep abiding love for science fiction and fantasy literature.
Authors like Asimov, Tolkien, and Gaiman (to name so so few!) have been ever-present fixtures on my bookshelves.
When trying to write “sci-fi” poetry, I acknowledge I run the risk of becoming too specific, nerdy, or simply… alienating. Pun intended. hehe
So, when I try to spread my “tattered seraphim wings” and create something odd and unique like this poem, I also try to focus on core literary elements along with broader themes beyond just the obvious science fiction tropes.
Even if you hate sci-fi, I am hoping you take the time to delve into the darkness of Nephelai and see this poem for its larger, layered ideas about our quest for something… more.
Very interested in hearing your thoughts and comments on this poem – and me trying out something different creatively. Comments below, please.
-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘
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the mercy that never comes
thunderclouds of Nephelai cling
in ivory finery to the towering
mesas and buttes breaching like altars
from the shallow black seas
roiling in Cimmerian shade
far far below
here in the silence of the apogee
on the threshold between air and void
but for a sacred moment
the god star shines its silvery white
returning hope unto the night
the Fallen rise from the depths
tattered seraphim wings lift them
like threadbare moths
just to feel its fleeting touch
cool caress on pale flesh
and they cry out
weep in their ancient tongue
to plead for the mercy that never comes