You know that gun
I say
When it is quiet
The one you think is a risk
It is a calculation
I whisper
To myself
An adventure
Bird man smiles
As if he hears
At the top of the hill
He knows
His pink t shirt
Does not hold off the cold
His adventure
Burning like ice
Onto his tall lean chest
Magpie feather
The world has to turned to rust
Since I've been away
The same but changed
I whisper
To myself
We will sit on pins and powder
And wait
This is temporary
We must not settle in
We must not
I tell Alice
As she sleeps
So tired
Curled around the little gun
We will wait
Until the feathers fall
And the sky turns blue
We will wait
Until the calculation fades from the chalk board
And we can reclaim our adventure
Again
whisper
smile
hold hands
orange
magpie feather
we are scared
we are scared
we are scared.
A vivid imagery ... awesome !!!
ReplyDeleteOh, that little gun is such a temptation but at the same time it is a deterrent. Lets hope Alice agrees, "We must not."
ReplyDeleteAlice is sleeping, curled around the little gun - protecting you!
ReplyDeleteA calculated risk, indeed. There are few risks a gun can improve, so perhaps those calculations will fade quickly.
ReplyDeleteOne can feel the resistance building through this piece, Jae, albeit clandestine and quiet.
ReplyDeleteThank you Green Speck..
ReplyDeleteA charm of sorts maybe..thank you Old Egg..don't worry Alice always finds the right answer..
She is..thank you Altonian..
I think so Ann..thank you..chalk quickly gets blown away..
Resistance..to..not against..I hope..Kim..thank you..clandestine and quiet..mostly..apart from when poked..
The complexity of words and the issue enwrapped by them speak to me. An issue I have dealt with before in my life. Is the risk worth the risk? Will it harm me or protect me, and does it have the power to set me free? Great piece!
ReplyDeleteI wonder what your writing process is. You have the most unique ideas.
ReplyDeleteThe repeated words at the end give an ominous feeling... any risk, especially one that involves a gun, should be not be taken lightly...
ReplyDeleteThank you Josie..it is a true conundrum..one shoe in..one shoe out..
ReplyDeleteNotebook..bic biro..lots of stops on park benches then 30 minutes at the computer stringing random words together- ish..oh..and always being on the run from something..thanks Ben.. ;)
You are right Abigail..no risk is safe..by definition..thank you..
Mystical, dear Jae, it condenses, drips, I catch it on my tongue, and I am in the Dali way, melting over your whispers : )
ReplyDeleteI feel the fear here, Jae. And I don't like that gun.
ReplyDeleteDear Ms Z thank you..never been described as mystical before..more annoying wax drying under finger nails..thankyouthankyou..
ReplyDeleteHopefully the gun and the fear can be separated..thank you Mary..
The last three words, repeated over and over... scared me too. Hold on to Alice, whisper and smile.. it's going to be OK.
ReplyDeleteWe believe we do..thank you Annell..
ReplyDeleteWe are all scared, at least a little.
ReplyDeletetrue..the world is a scary place..thank you Belva..
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