They pulled back. Left to build something. A retreat to the forest and mountains, the genesis of the Sky Raft. The way its light glowed, the settlement appeared to levitate, rising from the ground, into the trees and into the ether as the sun descended.
Centred in the viridian sheath
absorbed in coils of shadowy vines
an arcane pillar of pagodas
slabs of teak stunted and tilted
sinewy gangways spiral out
Catherine wheel of planks and twain
tree houses and thatch huts
one with the centre.
The land closed in, absorbing it. Yet the Sky Raft is out there, some where.
Many bridges dot the rainforest. Only one leads to the Sky Raft. Stretching over a river, lanterns symmetrically aligned come alight, only when struck by the light of a waning gibbous.
Gibbous moon glide
of skeletal birds
sailing on rafts of sinew
rainbow crested fishers
The path to the Sky Raft, marked with hollow men of sticks and twain, heads tilted, void stares show the way through the undergrowth.
The angle of the head tilt captures the gibbous light, illuminating forest paths.
The return to nature was admirable. But the jungle neither cared or loved the Sky Raft. It simply forged ahead, oblivious of the consequences. Some lost their sanity, unable to piece together fragments of psyches fractured, left to babble of leaf littered pathways or to run screaming into mist laden mountain peaks.
Last gas of a derailed mind
to the harbour
of solitary hermitude
in shrouded peaks
Others were consumed by disease and the denizens of the jungle, apathetic to the Sky Raft, operating on instinct and nothing more.
Scrambling through branches
cling to stolen rations
A single dwelling. A solitary candle flickers. A hole occupies the roof. Inside a corpse undergoing skeletization is feasted upon by two feathered deinonychus.
The flame keeps on dancing.
Nighttide swamps the Sky Raft
paper lantern beams
fracture on viridian leaves
luminous splinters linger
devoured by a
nebulous cloud of
lepidopteran exo skeletons
scales tumbling from wraithen wings
lingering luminous trails
Parts of the Sky Raft have vanished. Strangled by vines and buried under rock fall, huts and houses shivered. Derelict bridges hang over the void, decapitated, leaving tree dwellings broken from the centre, too high to be brought back, now sheathed in gossamer silk.
nether world shrieks
leaving the Sky Raft
can only be attempted
on those waning gibbous nights
Some survive, their minds compressed by the jungle, until they were diamond hard, focused on survival. They now live in dereliction, scavenging from the jungle, the reasons for this adventure now eluding them but yet they are unable to abandon the Sky Raft.
All they know is that they are not dead. For them, reason enough to push on.
First picture: A screen capture from this video:
Video uploaded by user trilord1996.
Third picture found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Spotty11222/Feathered_dinosaurs
Fourth picture found here: http://www.metrolic.com/the-dance-of-fireflies-162258/
This went off the rails at some point. But I enjoyed it so I kept on writing. I may f been thinking of Apocalypse Now.