Let us meander.
Creatively.
Let us meander with words.
Let us merge the pictures
and thoughts.
Let us meander slowly
through the chapters
of the previous time.
Let us do
just
that.
A weaving of words.
A slender blend of slumber.
Mood and time...
Time...
tick and tock...
spaces on the white face as the sharp pointers
move
closer.
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
Friday 14 May 2010
Underground
Jones: In underground
Me: Underground. Below and dark.
Cocooned, enclosed, tunnelled.....
tunnel vision,
wetness seeping down the walls
and the racing of the noise.
Have you reached daylight yet? Have you?
He shielded his eyes in the brightness.
Me: Underground. Below and dark.
Cocooned, enclosed, tunnelled.....
tunnel vision,
wetness seeping down the walls
and the racing of the noise.
Have you reached daylight yet? Have you?
He shielded his eyes in the brightness.
Childhood Terrors
At night.
Terrors of childhood..in words
actions
darkness.
Fear and the futility.
He walked in.
Pulled the duvet off the 7 year old girl.
Dragged her out of the bed.
Dragged her out of the room.
And.
Made her sit.
In the darkness
on a high stool
at
the
end
of
the dark hall.
No words at all.
she was frightened.
she was confused.
'You are not asleep,'
Her mother said nothing at all.
Her parents,
(her parents who should have protected her),
loved her?
close the door on their room
leaving their little girl behind,
in the dark.
In the cold.
Some time later,
the little girl crept back into her bed.
She cried alone in the dark.
She held her duvet tight
making her fingers and thumbs ache
for weeks after...
A futile attempt to protect herself.
She never slept well.
Especially after that.
Terrors of childhood..in words
actions
darkness.
Fear and the futility.
He walked in.
Pulled the duvet off the 7 year old girl.
Dragged her out of the bed.
Dragged her out of the room.
And.
Made her sit.
In the darkness
on a high stool
at
the
end
of
the dark hall.
No words at all.
she was frightened.
she was confused.
'You are not asleep,'
Her mother said nothing at all.
Her parents,
(her parents who should have protected her),
loved her?
close the door on their room
leaving their little girl behind,
in the dark.
In the cold.
Some time later,
the little girl crept back into her bed.
She cried alone in the dark.
She held her duvet tight
making her fingers and thumbs ache
for weeks after...
A futile attempt to protect herself.
She never slept well.
Especially after that.
Monday 3 May 2010
An Avatar Overview
Last of the Mohicans is blended slowly with a drop of The Magic Faraway Tree....
Sprinkle a spoonful of Alien....
Then add a teaspoon of Tarzan...
Mixed with the beauty of an earthly Abyss.
Without the ocean.
It's not at all bad Mr Cameron.
Sprinkle a spoonful of Alien....
Then add a teaspoon of Tarzan...
Mixed with the beauty of an earthly Abyss.
Without the ocean.
It's not at all bad Mr Cameron.
Sunday 2 May 2010
Prepositional Mind.
My mind is with him.
Near.
Over.
Under.
Next to him.
Beneath,
Below
And above
Never
Distant.
Near.
Over.
Under.
Next to him.
Beneath,
Below
And above
Never
Distant.
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