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Harlequin |
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the quell Member
since 2006-07-19
Posts 144Liverpool, UK 
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*~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 |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
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 Member
since 2006-07-19
Posts 144Liverpool, UK |
thanks and *hugs* to you, Marge! |
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