Oil on canvas.
WITH THE FULL MOON DIRECTLY OVERHEAD
It was quite light in the forest
And
Although these were the higher latitudes
Of the dream country of Sheol
It was still warm from the heat
Of a summer day.
The nightly drift of air
From the Carcosian Desert
Carried resin smells of honey wine
Juniper berries
Turpentine
Calamus and cinnamon.
Now and again
A breeze from the Nameless Sea
Beyond the Mountains of the Seven-Headed Serpent
Drifted across the fork in the road. 👁🗨
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