Monday 13 October 2014

Seen one.

That is to say,
or is not to say?
I did see one though.
A deer that is,
but death chased it away with some sort of stick.
It was no ordinary stick, but it might have been,
you see, I wouldn't actually know
as I have no eyes to tell you so
no lips to taste this so
no nose to scent it so
So you see, or rather do not see, that deer over there, or not there, was chased away.
Death itself rummaged the leaves with this stick, the deer ran very fast.
That's all I know.
That's all I can know.
Without a face.

Wolf






























Tuesday 2 September 2014

Finespun Part 1



Starring Emily.

She stood very still,
Backed into a corner 
Her silky skin glistened with the afternoon sun
And Heavy steps echoed in the hollow walls
The window was only a leap away 
Only a little farther to go
Legs aching from the climb and heart beating like the drums of the jungle whence she came
And yet those heavy  steps were the only thing to hold her in her tracks
Of all the teeth
Of all the darkness
This is where she awaits freedom,
In a new darkness
Heavy steps lighten, preparing to scamper from the splintered wall, the eyes of the unknown are burning from all directions into hers, 
The wonder of both souls looms in the air
She makes her break, legs scampering toward the light,
And with a leap of faith, the wind takes her under wing
A fine gold silk unravels from within to take her to freedom.



"What lay within the darkness behind, she was not sure but this little spider was certain she was over the worst” 

Wolf