Poetry Day: Scholar Flies

(A fun creation that I have yet to put into a book.)

They emerged
Upon the start of all
Born from the corpse
Of a timeless void
Murdered
By the opening of history

 

Called the Scholar Flies
They form the greatest swarm
Releasing a thunderous hum
As if they are pondering
All the mysteries
The world has yet to see

 

The Scholar Flies are simple
With crimson carapaces
And hairy legs
Their composite eyes
Twinkle with the sunlight
Or is that raw intelligence?

 

Gifted with a mind
Composed of all their thoughts
Existing outside time
They never forget
While they eyes record
The events of every era

 

These flies disperse
Upon their second day
Spreading
Among the many realms
Driven by a primal lust
Implanted by the gods

 

History unfolds
Before their lidless eyes
The Scholar Flies will watch
Creating a natural library
Of purest thought
To be saved on the final day

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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11 Responses to Poetry Day: Scholar Flies

  1. L. Marie's avatar L. Marie says:

    Oh I hope you’ll add them in somewhere. They sound really fun! I can see them being misunderstood and underestimated.

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  2. These are fascinating beings, Charles. They do deserve to be included in a story.

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  3. This is really cool.

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  4. There’s almost a complete story just in your poem.

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  5. Jennie's avatar Jennie says:

    That was terrific.

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