Inspired by stream of consciousness
and the story “Charcoal & Amber” by Watts Martin
As the craft rose, the hunting signals resolved.
We soared, faltered, then began our spiral
all the way down to the point of impact.
The landscape was strange as we tried to get our feet under us.
Hopeful - the group set off from Jaunt’s Beginning.
Winding through settlements along the path where thorns thrive.
Trekking towards the plumes marking the Dusted Cities.
We had less value to offer than we’d hoped,
and the old empire’s welcome was a cold one.
We searched for a way around them,
But leaving that place - as we found out later,
was never part of their plan.
But all was not lost.
There were some who shared the old songs.
We listened. We learned.
Leaders stepped forward to be counted.
Blood was shed, theirs old and dark
ours brightly mingled with the singers who stood among us.
It took a long time and we never did return to our origins,
But a new pathway was founded out there in the dust and thorns.
And for better or worse - by might and right,
we wove ourselves into their tapestry of charcoal and amber.