The Turn of a Knob

[homer1950]

The Turn of a Knob

It was the turn of a knob 
that steered my ship west bound
where the golden queen kisses
her lovers blue skin. 

It was the crack of the hinges 
that steered my ship south bound
where the white king loses vision
of the cold kingdom he once ruled. 

It was the sight beyond 
that steered my ship east bound
where the hidden prince is spotted
on top of his desert dunes  

It was the foot in the door 
that tore my ship in half,
with the north in my sights,
where the lord of truth
holds for only true travelers.

Those seeking more than the treasures
that arise from discovered lands.
They look past the gold and hold on to the value
of the lessons they learned.
So they may become 
masters of their craft. 

Hey Jason, 

The vividness of your descriptions are great, however your poem has many allusions to people, places and things that I as the reader do not know or can vaguely comprehend. Perhaps you can try writing about real destinations and describe things that everyone can relate to. 

Thanks Homer