A Poem by Richard King Perkins II
After years swallowed in unseen warrens,
lost in mythological cycles
I wash up on the empurpled beaches
of your cedar island
where you breathe sweetcane and myrtle
into my second childhood.
Ether of eager opaline
and keenest sweet of rabidity
we’re cut off from the world,
inveigled in heavenmetal
adaptable like nothing else
in skies of thunderous ballad.
Even if we remember most vividly
the things we don’t want to recall
there is rebirth
in every imagined destruction
of other lives misaligned, aborted;
faintly rediscovered in tides leaving shore.
Richard King Perkins II
Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL, with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart, Best of the Net and Best of the Web nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications including The Louisiana Review, Plainsongs, Texas Review, Hawai’i Review, Roanoke Review, Sugar House Review and The William and Mary Review.