The Doldrums


In the individuals of the race,
An exaggerated sense of propriety
Left them bland and overdone.

The land too was colourless...
Vast flat reaches of dry grass
Overshadowed by a dull grey sky.

It would take an Elfin queene
Slipping across the Faery border
To pierce the gloom with light.


©2018 Michael Fraley




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