The Alchemist of Amsterdam
An albatross perches on the levy
astride the village bay.
It is dusk, the twilight shadows
pass by while on their way.
The alchemist walks down the lane
with apothecary pride,
unshackles the lock, opens the door
business will soon arrive.
The sailors ashore smelling of fish
anxious to buy her potions
to deal with their dark dreams
of sirens beckoning on oceans.
Their rough hands
burned with ropes hauling up the sails.
Days and nights chasing the white whale
against the stormy gales.
They exit her shop one by one
into the darkening deep.
Hoping and yearning for pleasant dreams
anxious to get some sleep.
Copyright @2021 by Kenn
Storck
May be used with
permission.
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