Giggleknots
A spiggle, lizardette, and many tree goblins
merry-go-round the small globe
of a microbe. Encased in safety
till spring heralds growth
and a ripe time for mischief.
Then out they'll spring from their cracker box
to bring children a measle or sniffle,
changing shadows in bedtime corners
and tricksing from storybooks.
Tingling all along the wild, child, edges of imaginings,
they wriggle a gigglesome terror,
igniting the potential of darkness
like any worthwhile nightmare.
posted by burning moon at 10:27 AM
7 Comments:
What the hell, I posted a comment on this yesterday...*sighs*
weird
What I said was, I love a poem that makes me view something from another perspective, as this piece has done.I never would have come up with this, it is very cool.
thanks Chris. I've had a few comments of my own disappear on me the last few days. weird huh?
This picture made me think of those children's animations done with silhouettes. It's a style I've always liked a lot.
Where did you think up giggleknots lol.
I love new words, havent ivented any for a while *grins*
invented it. along with spiggle,
heh
Well spiggle is of course, pure gold
reminds me of a story I once heard,
wanna hear it?
of course you do *gleaming eyes*
Once upon a moment
there was a sunset
dressed in all the vestaments
of evening come
She shimmered
when small children were gathered
into the arms of their mothers
She sighed
when the lovers leaned
into each other
and created a lone tree
on the horizon
She wept
when the rain came
loving the harmonies
she could create with tears
and life bringing moisture
This one particular late afternoon
as sunset was waking and preparing
to take place of day
a sound caught her attention
Curling around her feet
was a small spiggle
tail swishing this way and that
Sunset gathered the spiggle into
her arms and hugged it close
and as she did so
the spiggle was heard to whisper
I know where pure gold lies
would you follow me?
Sunset was moments away
and miles beyond
not to mention
days passed
so she threw caution to the wind
and caution was heard to complain
bitterly about such treament
and she put spiggle down
and followed it
Across the tattered remains of
the past they wandered
over the hills
under the hills
beneath the veils of the sun
until they came to a small hut
very similar to the one
sunset lived in
She tapped tentatively upon the door
and had to shield her eyes
as Sunrise appeared framed
in the opening
blazing morning
leaping from every part of him
A sillouette
in sunlight
Sunset opened her mouth
to apologise for the intrusion
But before the words could be spoken
He kissed her
touched her cheek
told her how he had always loved
the promise of night she brought
And the spiggle
danced and laughed
and leaped into the pure gold
of light they made together
geez Chris ... wanna hear a funny coincidence?
Last night I was looking through a few pictures I had on file and decided to use one as my new desktop picture.
Guess what it was titled?
'melting gold'
and guess what it's a picture of ...
a sunset!
I'll post it up above for you to see.
Is that not a bit spooky?
Spooky , nah, I dont find it freaky at all *smiles broadly*.
I think, poetically speaking
we are on the same path
differing voices
hearing the same music and speaking
it in our own way.
We are tuned to the same station
to a certain extent kid.
Its all good :)
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