Camelot, or Inch Kenneth

Do you have this kind of courage?

Harry Hogg
Aug 27, 2017 · 2 min read

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Come then, friend, travel with me, I dare you. Of course, you being the reader, can choose what to believe as we go; be entertained, or determine that boredom has overtaken you, and cease reading at one full stop or another. I don’t have the luxury of being able to do either. I’m committed to the journey. If you join me, if you do have that kind of courage, I’ll take you into the depths of graves, mingle with bones, and sift dust as we look for yet another story.

Seriously, are you willing? Make your choice by the next comma; before Saturn, on my way toward Neptune, dreaming of twilight in this cavity I call my imagination. But, be warned, if you’re intimidated by enchanted visions, then step lightly over commas, for each will plunge you into the mystery of future callings. Beware the ambiguities of religion, family, native lands on this cloud of a page. I’ll carry you on a tear, crossing boundaries no spacecraft has ever endured, to places where sunshine and rain are but words in an abandoned library. Pleasure and pain, velvet memories.

So, it seems you’re willing. I feel your eyes on my words, the lunar electricity of interest.

I’ll take you to mermaids living under waves of pearl, below the clamouring birds, watch as you are tossed and turned and made love to on a thousand shorelines, falling head first into stormy paragraphs, through wrecks of ships, sailors’ lungs sodden with water, looking for peace among the tranquil, prehistoric lives of ocean herds.

Come, but only if you wish to be exiled in bottomless, journeying nights, shrouded in the violet fog of words. I’ll put you on the back of a seahorse to explore the archipelago of this writer’s dreams.

Such is the bravery of this child’s imagination; a journey I would wish to take with you every day of my life.

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