New Poem by Scott Cumming : Magical Realism vs Middle Earth

Light, Forest, Away, Path, Trees, Autumn

Magical Realism vs. Middle Age

This beach is more frightening
The waves drag the stones
The collisions adding up
To a furious cacophony
Turn my hearing aid down
Then it gets freakier
The noise quietened
To a bag of bones

Used to love magical realism
Until it all became too real
Younger me
Would hope for the jellyfish cadavers
To rise upon their tentacles
And tell me I’m the one
Before opening the waves
To a Miyazaki city
Full of the unexplainable
And nonsensical

Now I just run away
Because I’m pretty sure one of the suckers moved.

Bio: Scott Cumming never considered himself to be a writer until recently, but turns out he has some stuff to say. He has been published at The Daily Drunk, Punk Noir Magazine, Bristol Noir, Fevers of the Mind, Versification, Close to the Bone and Shotgun Honey. Catch up with all his misdemeanors on Twitter @tummidge

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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