Monday, February 8, 2010

blues in the night





i awoke
to the words
in my head

and they said

we are only words

and words are
only memories

and memories
are only stories

and stories
are all the same

and are all
untrue

a rag a bone
and a hank of hair

a mothers prayer



a step upon
a creaking stair

a whisper to beware

a princess in a tower
a guardsman at a gate

a messenger arriving
a moment too late

the panhandler you ignored
on a rainy night



who turned out
to be jesus christ

but he forgives you
it's what he came for

the water is deep
go back to sleep

the army of light
will defeat the forces of darkness



do they not
do it every night?

a new princess will wait
in a new tower



more beautiful than ever

with a more faithful guard
who will try so hard

to repel the invader
next time





3 comments:

Jon Parsons said...

i dig the economy of language and image in this one... the lines flow so well with the pics...

and it brings to mind the story of

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wonder will she let down the long hair?

hope you're well timmy

Harlequin said...

I was also put in mind of Rapunzel... with a little bit of the lady of shallot thrown in.
I like how you move and interweave the many stories in here and especially with the hair motif. nice.

studio lolo said...

I really enjoyed this. I came via Human Being ;)