Gemini V, August 29, 1965, Public domain photograph courtesy of NASA (via Flash! Friday)
Some say civilisation’s pillars are submerged beneath the surface, depthless deep devastated, if you dive down, their particulars preserved in red rock and crumbling concentric canals, pure white ivory at the heart. Alien ancients of no place are held captive by the ocean’s sway; an isle overthrown, swallowed whole in silt slavery, their shattered city-soul secreted sunken beneath the host gulfs and eddies of a boundless continent. Thus did decline and chaotic corruption bring their just ends full circle in chastisement within one day and one night in the first fight. Now, year on year and with the turn of the tide the sea’s triumphant swell drowns out the ghosted warning whispers of the geographical fiction seeking to break their water bonds and rise towards liberation’s lights.
They dwell there still in rumoured existence under muddy subsidence, a semi-forgotten nation. One day they may make themselves heard by civilisation, so some say. They hope not to be doomed to failure.
This week's entry for Flash! Friday Vol-2-38. The word prompt this week was to include an alien. As opposed to including spaceships in the traditional sense, I took things in a slightly different direction and ended up writing prose poetry (ish!) concentrating on Atlantis... That involved a bit of research too!