Saturday, February 6, 2016

February 6, 2016 The Sunday Whirl/The Pencil Remembered -- Sunday's Whirligig/The Broken Spell

The Pencil Remembered

the suitcases are packed      cake hiding in your pocket     the fool is ready
                                                                                               to begin his journey

the first step is the hardest   memories folded between tissue    you stand swaying

unsure                         you wrap your skirts around your legs    clutch the envelope

finger the sharp scissors     you carry all that you will need       suddenly you are hot 
                                                                                               like fever

you imagine germs attacking you     left over from a dream      you have forgotten 
                                                                                               your pencil

no words                                       no sketches                            no memories at all

February 6, 2016


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The Broken Spell

the bridge to the unknown         a spell is cast            you lie your head down on your bed

thinking you will rest only for a little                   while you never know what is following

what is right                         what is wrong                      a tight skirt above the knees

the line is drawn                   a rose is offered                    you have a flair for a tale

you stumble into the pub      ask for a drink              the sign reads we don't serve unicorns

the coins fall from your hand       spare change                     the bridge is crossed

you are awaken           by the sound of the breaking of the day           the spell is broken

February 6, 2016

5 comments:

  1. I love "the fool is ready to begin his journey". I can feel the heat building, and then the discovery one has forgotten one's pencil - no way to capture the memories.

    In the second, I love the dream mood of this poem, very eerie, love the "we dont serve unicorns"!!!!! And then the bridge is crossed. Both of these felt to me, while I read them, like I, too, was within a dream. Very cool write, my friend.

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  2. Loved "Broken Spell". Magical.

    Greetings from London.

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  3. Indeed, on any journey it is the first step that is the hardest! Thinking about that forgotten pencil......

    There really is something to look forward to in the birth of a new day!

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  4. We don't serve unicorns - not what sort of a pub or a dream is that..the loss of a pencil is a terrible thing..we send you many to tuck in your skirt pockets xo

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  5. I have a ton of pencils and pens. Say it and I'll send some...love both of these,

    Elizabeth
    PS Your addie at the Whirligig isn't working

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