Monday, November 14, 2022

New Poetry by Simon Christiansen


I am permitted to move
But I remain at rest
Emerald raindrops glitter in the night

From emeralds to nuggets of gold
Engines wake from their slumber
I stand on the yellow brick road

Roar of engines, squeaking of tires
Blood spatter on my coat
Rubies hit the road

Grinding of brakes, cessation of movement
I require no transition
I bask in the light from a miniature sun

I am permitted to move

- © Simon Christiansen 2022

Simon Christiansen is a writer and indie game designer living in Denmark. His stories have appeared in anthologies of Danish science fiction, Lackington’s, and Nature Futures. He has also written several award-winning works of interactive fiction. More information about his work can be found at

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