Sunday, 4 February 2018

Elegy for Ursula Le Guin

No time left now
The light is extinguished
The chair unoccupied
The pen abandoned.
Their tales of earth, sea road,
of fire and stone. Ever read immortals
Unlocked the air of admiration
in the altered I.
The city of illusions lies
Shrouded in darkness
As the unreal and the real collide
We hear the dispossessed voices
Render the language of the night
When wild angels rode the wind
To rob us of the truest name

© Sheila Ash, 2018

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