THE TIMERA
- ELLERY D. MARGAY
I would seize Time, and hold on tight
Dig desperate nails into its hide
Grasp its tail and bind its eyes
Tear its wings so it cannot fly
And loose its plumes in stark twilight
But Time, it is no plodding beast
Or feathered bird with wings to seize
It floats aloft on changing winds
And feeds where all begins and ends
It lurks among red autumn leaves
And stirs the short-lived buds of spring
There is no hide to which to cling
No beating heart or fur-clad limb
Spineless serpent, ravening wraith
Ever delving neat black graves
And, in darkness, slithering past my ear
Whispering that the end is near
I’ll never catch you, so I fear
Bio: Ellery D. Margay is a freelance food and fiction writer currently residing in New Orleans, LA. His work has previously appeared in The Paragon Journal, Tigershark Ezine, the poetry collection Untimely Frost, and in multiple FunDead anthologies. When not dreaming up tales and the occasional poem, he can be found sampling and reviewing the newest restaurants and wandering the world in search of weirdness, wonder, and misadventure.
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