Treasure Island

Danielle Kieschnick


The Hollow Kingdom


Before my eyes, there once appeared
A fallen temple in the sky
And within this temple lay the once-revered;
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  • Michael Paige (11/29/2013 8:53:00 AM)

    This poem is fantastic! Such imagery! I love it! Hope to read more of your work soon. (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (11/14/2013 2:13:00 AM)

    I wonder how I could miss to read this beautiful poem, a semi finalist, earlier! A poem that has emerged from deep and serious thoughts about gods and godliness, mundane earth and earthliness.
    'And all the pews sat empty;
    The altar stood stained and bare,
    As though the very faith of centuries
    Had been renounced and slaughtered there.'
    Such verses cannot emerge without deep meditation. (Report) Reply

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