City of Dolphins
  • Dusk is riding the London Eye
    Dropping into the Thames,
    Rising upon the Embankment

    Wearing the night-black body
    Of a crouching, lazy Sphinx.

    In secret illumination
    The obelisk beacon is lit
    Black light pouring its hieroglyphics

    Unseen across the rippling waters.

    Fallen leaves,
    A desert floor of golden heat
    Reaches out

    Beneath the feet
    Of my Nile queen

    She sleep-walks
    Between that life and this

    Whisper talks her mysteries.

    In her kiss I can hear
    All my empires crumble

    In her embrace
    The world once so near

    Disappears forever.

    Dusk whispers once more
    And in the City of Dolphins
    They slip from river lanterns

    They call to the camels,
    Sit no more with bench and stone
    For the desert is calling us,

    Calling us home.

    And I, I know nothing of this life,
    Not its shape, not is lie, not its name

    I know only
    It is for her that I came

    To the City of Dolphins
    On the edge
    Of the River Thames

    In the reign of a dusky tyrant.

    Revised version, original available in the collection Dervish Days from Amazon.

About The Author

Sean Woodward is a British artist, writer and musician. His art is collected internationally and his essays, fiction and poetry have been published in a number of international publications. He is the author of A Grammar of Spirits, Keys to the Hoodoo Kingdom, ARCHONIX, NECRONIX, Erzulie of the Deep, The Grimoire of ZAL and co-author of The Infernal Faces of Hekate. AEONIX and Keys to the Voudon Kingdom are forthcoming from

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