The Golden Temple of the Ancient Model Aircraft

Schen Tal

The glittering demons flicker
scream within the Shrine

Each has its own special shape
Its own sound

They cavort and ripple
They call to one another
and play the most baffling games

The golden tooth with wings
is Reason

most beautiful
of all the demons gathered
in the labyrinth
Holds out its hand . . .

She leaves by the Southern door

Published by

Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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