in a dark as marzipan room

the electric filament starts

glow

loving each other

burning bright,

getting old

gas runs out

we die

the room is dark again.

as if I entered the bathroom when it was not allowed.

De strong muscle, from your upperleg

prevents me from entering,

On the plastic sofa you look in the mirror into the distance,

but you don’t breathe,

you keep your lips shut,

Your bellybutton is strange.

Something on your yaw spreads light.

It looked like you slipped off the sofa,

in plastic wrapped,

Now for once,

Unredeemable.

let’s us talk about it till in the wee hours.

And then put the ashes from the blue urn

into in a wineglass.

It’s singing,

we are silent.

heaving it to the sun,

it glimmers.

The colors it gave off

were kaleidoscopic of a hue unseen.

It vanishes,

leads us home

‘You are no Olympian?’

‘No, just a human searching for some person.’

‘What is a human.’

Roy got it difficult answering that questions.

‘Sorcerers are mighty, but normal people are weak,’ the giant concluded.

‘Yes but they have weapons firing an object that can kill you.’

‘I am fascinated by your story, you know what, I’ll help you search for your friend.’

It took them four hours to locate Zamorah. Roy removed the ring of his motionless finger

did him on himself,

he felt all powerfull.

Suddenly he didn’t want to free Zamorah anymore. But the giant had already tore away the vines that held the Sorcerer prison.

‘Roy, I am glad to see you, I need to get to my body as soon as possible.’

‘Mordred has taken it over. We can go, but I am keeping the ring.’

‘Don’t, only chosen ones can contain it powers.’

‘Oh, maybe I am chosen.’

Then the ring vanished and came back to Zamorah.

‘Sorry, I didn’t know what came over me,’ said Roy with regret.

‘It’s normal, the power of the ring is very addictive. Let’s go back.’

‘Friends are leaving,’ the giant asked ‘I will be alone again.’

Roy waited for Zamorah to open a portal and said to the giant: ‘come with us.’

The colossus was overjoyed and eagerly went trough the porttal.

Roy went as last one.

He wanted his wand back. He would have to deal with Mordred to get it.

They returned to the castle. The fence was down and the canons on the battlements started firing.

‘He turned my own castle against me,’ Zamorah noticed ‘this will not stand, I’ll do a reversal spell, he waved his ringed hand.

A green wave washed over the castle.

The fence was opened easily. But Mordred had been prepared for everything and had summoned some skeletons with swords to defend him.

‘Brace yourself for the fight.’

‘Stupid bone man leave friends alone,’ the giant said and with one swooping move of his hand the skeletons all were pulverized.

‘Your friend comes in handy,’ said Zamorah grinning.

They went to the library were they found the evil wizard.

He held a knife to Elena’s throat.

‘Not a step further, or she dies.’

‘Hiding behind a lady, that’s a new low for you Mordred.’

‘It are the results that count, Zamorah, you never saw it that way.’

Roy saw his wand laying behind Mordred and got an idea. He yelled:’ to me wand, and fast.’

The wand hit Mordred’s head. Elena got freed. Zamorah threw a ball of compressed kinetic energy to Mordred.

When it exploded the dark sorcerer was catapulted back against a wall.

‘This is not over, Zamorah, I will have my revenge.’ He opened a portal with his amulet and fled.

‘Let’s go after him!’ Roy said.

‘Leave him be, he leads us for sure to a trap.’

Roy picked up his wand frustrated.

‘Olgar may stay,’ the giant asked.

‘Euh, of course,’ Zamorah said little enthusiastic.

‘He will be a great aid in our battles,’ said Roy to put Zamorah’s worries to rest.

A drunk man had forgotten his key,

everybody was vast asleep.

He climbed to the second floor,

dangerous,

he did it very quiet.

Reaching the open window in the bedroom,

his wife snoring.

The evil peasant brought his wife to a zoo.

Sorry she is too wild for me to handle and I train stallions, he said.

The police was called to action,

we didn’t see such behavior since the Renaissance, the zookeeper said.

He studied history in his free time and always thought the middle ages were barbaric.

A peasant giving his wife to a zoo was also rude.

Well, the meat will go to the butcher, the police decided.

doing it with a knight.

A baroness living in a castle was horrified by it.

Frightened too, because the page looked like her son.

She started a trial to forbid the comic.

But the lawyers grinned,

the judge was very much annoyed,

he had bigger fish to catch.

The defense stated the likeness was arbitrary,

the woman claimed it would damage the reputation of her son.

He has to marry a woman of noble lineage.

Do you have a problem with gay men, the judge asked.

It’s against nature.

I will not stand for it,

my son is made a fool.

Madam, the fool are you, he discarded the plea.

rearranging them

tasting their eloquence.

Licking the syllables,

counting them with vigor and finesse.

Trying to find a rhythm and rhyme that works;

He doesn’t do it for sports,

it was serious business.

If a poet would confess,

he would say he slowly made progress.

As a unbuttoning lily.

It was rather silly

but a nice analogy.

In the middle of the night you could find

some of them forging the words,

with creative fire,

poring them in the cauldron of imagination,

stirring it,

until a poem comes out.

He puts it on paper,

maybe on a computer too.

This was precious to him,

because it contained some of his soul.

Roy checked his wand. He was ready for combat.

The hours ticked away and tested the patience of the two men, as suddenly a man appeared. He had long darkish brown hair and wore a robe. He walked with a limb. Zamorah had in the past battled with him and he gave him that wound on his leg. Mordred would certainly be vengeful. Servants came downstairs and set up shop. Potions with different colors. Magic amulets, rings and other jewelry. Even magic weapons.

That’s enough to arm a small army.

‘We attack now before a crowd forms,’ said Zamorah. He made a gesture. The door at the basement that went to the upper floor became locked.

‘Long time no see, Mordred.’

‘Not long enough, Vermin. He laughed his yellow teeth bare.

‘I will destroy you for what you did to me.’

Mordred wore an amulet that gave him his powers, it was a source of black magic.

He fired a lightning bolt off.

Zamorah deflected it with ease. The charge hit the wall besides him that got damaged.

‘Idiot, if these walls fail we will be buried alive,’ Mordred scolded.

‘Agreed, let’s fight this out on the Astral Plane.’

‘The Soul World? Agreed.’

Both man sat down and closed their eyes. Their minds left their bodies and they appeared on an endless plateau of purple stones. The sky was full of moving stars.

Mordred attacked immediately. He was dressed up as a knight with armor and drove a stallion towards Zamorah. He heaved his sword. Zamorah created a protective bubble against the attack. The sword gave of sparks were the sword hit. Now it was Zamorah’s turn. He used telekinesis to pull Mordred from his horse, made him float way up high and released him then. Mordred came crashing down but he changed in a falcon flying to safety. On the ground he materialized again. This time vines shot root out of the floor, strangling Zamorah who was taken by surprise.

‘You can’t make any gestures, you are trapped vermin. I ought to kill you but I rather let you be stranded here for eternity. I will lend your body in the meantime.’

Mordred became transparent and disappeared. Zamorah fought the vines but they were too strong. He tried a way of teleportation but he couldn’t pull it off.

Meanwhile in the basement Zamorah’s body rose possessed by Mordred.

‘Roy,’ he said ‘make a portal to the castle, please. I am exhausted.’

‘Fine, but why are you speaking with a Scottish accent.’

‘A side effect of the magic. I was cutting it very close.

Roy opened a portal. Then Mordred struck him down with an energy blast.

‘Gullible fool,’ he grinned.

‘Now let’s see what these ring from your master can do, I feel the power coursing through my veins. So much better as my amulet.’

He took Roy’s wand and stepped to the portal, it closed behind him. He found himself staring at a castle with blue roofs and a blue bridge over a ditch filled with water.

He stepped towards the gate. He opened the doors with the power of his ring. The enchantment that protected the castle broke.

With a great stride he marched down the stairway, he opened a random door on the first floor.

‘Jackpot, a library filled with books on magic, I believe.’

‘Zamorah, you are back, were is Roy?’

Mordred turned and saw a young woman standing there with blonde hair in a knot and dull clothes which gave her the look of a librarian, she even wore glasses.

‘Unfortunately Roy didn’t make it,’ Zamorah said trying to lay intense sorrow in his voice.

‘No. Don’t tell me that it’s true. I loved him.

Elena started to cry.

‘He will be missed. He always was an amazing friend,’ Mordred lied ‘leave me be now, if you please. I will search in these books if there isn’t a way of bringing Roy back.’

Elena hugged him.

‘Thank you so much.’

Mordred felt lust overcoming him. He cleared his throat as a sign he would like to be alone.

‘I’ll fetch you some coffee,’ Elena said with teary eyes.

‘Good, now that that idiot is out of the way I can studies these tomes.’

In the meanwhile Roy was locked in the basement. He saw only one way out. Zamorah must have been defeated on the astral plain Otherwise Mordred couldn’t have taken possession of his body.

He searched the bazaar and found what he was looking for. A crown that would give him psychic powers. He placed it on his head and got seated.

For a brief moment he felt the weightlessness than the dark with flashing white rays; then he reached the Astral Plane. It was a dimension within the normal dimension of the world. It fitted on a piece of sand. But inside it stretched out till infinity.

‘Zamorah, where are you,’ Roy shouted. He didn’t get the response he wanted. A giant appeared, it was a titan banished from earth by the Olympian gods. he had a club that he brought up above his head, ready to strike. Roy was powerless without his wand.

Then the club came down. Roy closed his eyes and braced himself.

To be continued…

Am I poet,

a writer?

Or do I just pretend?

To deliver a compelling story,

with characters layered and all,

poems with vivid imagery

and multiple meanings.

You can read books on the topic,

about writing poetry,

or flash fiction.

But you never really achieve your goals with a book,

there is no manual,

just an invisible muse

who gives you a grain of inpsiration.

Afterwards comes the transpiration.

Hard work of getting it right when you write.

The creative process,

is still a mystery to me.