The Time Traveler
Mrs. Watchett shoots past like a rocket.
Night comes like the turning out of a lamp.
Night follows day like the flapping of a black wing.
The laboratory falls away.
The sun hops across the sky, a day per minute.
Then the Time Traveler cannot see anything moving on Earth.
The moon spins through her quarters.
The stars circle.
Night and day merge into grey.
The sun becomes a fiery streak, a brilliant arch.
Trees grow, change and pass away like vapors.
Huge buildings rise and pass like dreams.
The surface of the earth melts and flows.
Speed dials move faster and faster.
The sun-belt sways up and down in a minute or less.
Green follows snow.
Great buildings rise.
A richer green remains as winter ceases.
Havig Leaving Constantinople
Xenia cries out and becomes still.
Someone enters.
Confusion.
The chamber is empty.
Strangers are in it.
The house is torn down.
There is a larger house, which burns.
Faces after faces fill building after building.
Incandescence.
Drifting radioactive ash.
Ruins.
Havig's Group Travels From Its Main Base
Shadows reel past.
Seasons blow across hills.
Glaciers grind heights to plains.
They withdraw in snowstorms.
Mastodons drink from lakes.
Lakes become swamps, then soil that feeds horses and camels.
Giant sloths graze treetops.
Glaziers return and withdraw.
Bison darken prairies.
Spear-wielding pioneers arrive.
Great Wnter.
Great Springtime.
Hunters with bows.
Great forests.
Conquerors, plowing, sowing and laying railroads.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
Dramatic descriptions indeed, I agree. Esp. the second one.
Ad astra! Sean
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