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the quell
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0 posted 2006-07-22 10:55 AM


*~HARLEQUIN~*

My past, I think, has overtaken me
Beneath a brittle stage-prop sky, parched and creaking
A ligneous backdrop, where lame limping hills slump like swollen knuckles
Across my bile-green pastures
A tacky gold sun, (etching a joker’s grin
into my butter-soft palm as I clasped too tight...always too tight.)
Free, with every box of breakfast cereal.
I was the original Harlequin –
All chinking bells, and ragged red-dyed raiment
A blood-spattered marionette, head dangling on dark crimson strings,
Glinting demonic in the supple stage sheen.
A sugar cane smile, pretty...
As mildew in the moonlight

Dreams are less significant
To a soul so shrivelled and small, it could pass
through the eye of a needle.

My dreams were raw, once...alive.
With the biblical fisherman, I cast forth my brocade nets
Of astonished arctic stars, chiming as they struck the slithering orchid waves
(Unfurling like nocturnal flowers, on dusty brass hinges…)
Snaring the faded cosmic fish, the lost souls
Those hunted harlequin fugitives.

A spark once hung here,
Invulnerable to my childhood fears,
Dusted on a wind that skittered blindly, taunting a brave new world
Kissing the chaste amber sky, the masks of mythic frost, the hidden colours...
Seeping hrough the haunted celestial sails
Of a child’s toy ship, perched upon the dizzy ocean’s brink
Evanescent
As a soap bubble on the breeze.

The road not taken
Haunts me far more than mirrored memory.

Daddy wanted to die
And mummy wanted to fly...away...away
Only to find that Neverland was a state of mind.

Brother, let me click my heels and go back home
Brother, let me feel...
As I'm being demolished, from within
Brother, let me weep
That the blindness had to be lifted.
That their Lord is my Shepherd
No more.



Where black, bleeding roses await the Thirteen,
I see not the stars, but the darkness between

© Copyright 2006 Rachel Isaacs - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2006-07-22 08:42 PM


Rachel~
You have some rich imagery woven through out this piece~

I greatly enjoyed the read~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~
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the quell
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2 posted 2006-07-24 08:21 PM


thanks and *hugs* to you, Marge!
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