Turned up yesterday

[smokingboot]

Maybe I was foolish, should have signed up for that Daimon/Duende/Jung stuff.Now even more exhausted, still something is nearby.

Forgetting, I am always forgetting
The sharp intake of breath
Your expression
I wondered if you were beautiful.
Because if not
Why was I still looking?
Puzzled I let the river take me
elsewhere with music,
lavender gold fields
smiling towns
Where you were not
Left you to haunt the river banks
jackdaw eyes,
hooded, gleaming,
left you in the bare armed wood,
to anger or
whatever it was.
And now, though there is no music
I hear it,
Though the fields are shorn
I walk them.
Having settled for myself long ago
Whether or not you are beautiful.

Comments

[mallorys_camera]

I like this poem a lot.

[bleodswean]

I LOVE this! And think you should use it as the base for a short story. Expand upon it and turn it into prose! You've definitely got a spark burning bright at the moment and should blow it into full flame!

[smokingboot]

Thanks so much for your kind supportive words!

I don't feel on fire. I feel... slow. Like a coiled up old snake, that's the best simile, sluggish but aware in brumation, seeing strange visions in the garden. Movement tires me, the cold comes in and I am half way between hibernating and hallucinating. Solid strong prose, the proper pulling together of a story almost feels beyond me right now. All I'm doing is getting flashes of something. At some point I must apply discipline, stay awake, create structure and foundation.

[bleodswean]

I know that place, too. All you can do is settle in and stay warm and wait for the shedding of the skin. It sure seems to me that you're ready to do something hugely creative.

[smokingboot]

That in itself is very encouraging. Thank you X