Monday, 11 April 2011

Wisp Frayheart


Wisp Frayheart is climbing


She's climbing for her holiday


No time to rest


She hasn't got there yet.


There's shopping to do.


Everyday is windy


Wisp feels all blown about


Leaves swirling around her


One touches her shoulder


Who's there? Who's that?


She's shopping for new sadness


That old sadness


Doesn't fit right today.


Her round eyes search


For a new one to wear


One that will pinch her here


And sting her there.


Now something is scratching


She can feel it humming


It's in her hair


No between her toes.


Wisp can't find it


Maybe it was hidden


In a word he said.


She keeps it


And repeats it.


It's all she has


Since a gust of wind


Blew the seeds away


Before she could see them


Under her glass.


She forgot them yesterday


Tomorrows too late


She's always late.


He said there was singing


She's always too late


To hear the birds singing.



2011



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