We came out of the sun like flares
burning out our own memory,
landing like witless baby birds
and handed a brick in the heart before we even knew.
There is the sun, our personal searchlight
calling us not to sell ourselves for nothing.
We played in traffic, drunk as monkeys,
carrying our Queen Boudica dolls for luck, dodging disaster.
Forever sneaks up, whistling our favorite song,
together with a creepy-crawly to keep us honest.
We have tried to express all of this, bright horses nickering
in the Earthbound Barn but meant for the roses, headlong, guided by the stars.
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for Word Garden Word List--Klara and the Sun
Music: Junior Brown Surf Medley
There is a sense of epic storytelling in this but also the gritty images of ‘drunk as monkeys’ - so many great images
ReplyDeleteWow. This is WONDERFUL to read! Coming out of the sn like flares, witless as baby birds - and that brick in the heart. Fantastic writing.
ReplyDeleteHa, this is Sherry, suddenly anonymous......
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