Sunday, 19 October 2014
Let us take a short cut,
through a dead end -
for such a thing is possible
in a town such as this.
Do not let a twig snap beneath an unwary foot,
nor kick those leaves
so carelessly scattered on the ground.
Do not disturb the local inhabitants,
For they have their own agenda,
and may mistake you for one!
Silently slip past the ornate cross,
half hidden behind the memorial to the family Browning -
supplier of legal service to the town for the past 150 years.
A gap in the fence leads to Holmwood -
the trees, not the former home of the Development Corporation,
who remoulded the town,
flattening much of its history,
and replacing it with structures of precast concrete and rsj's.
Brutalism in more than name...
but who can argue against the anonymous power of a QUANGO,
for they made the rules that they played by,
and we just hid behind our front doors,
and tried to convince ourself that progress was good,
whilst mourning the demise of 'The Hungry Man'...
who was devoured around the same time as the retail heart was ripped out of the town,
and replaced with a synthetic substitute of out of town interests,
replicated in town centres across the land.
Down leaf strewn tracks we wander,
enjoying the mild October afternoon.
Aware that too soon,
afternoons like this will be a distant memory,
as we cherish our winter layers,
which shield us from the chills of winter.
It was a good job that we choose to wander the woods
on this autumn afternoon,
for we discovered a very serious situation
that required immediate attention!
A twig had broken off a branch,
but was trapped and required immediate liberation.
Invisible to most,
but a sharp eye spotted the browned leaves,
contrasting with the adjacent greeny-yellow foliage.
Who could be the saviour of this orphaned twig?
FortunatelyThe Knotty Haired Teen decided that she was just the person for this job.
Unfortunately she could not reach...
Fortunately, she has young legs
and lots of energy,
so she jumped,
and tried to reach the unfortunate twig.
Unfortunately she could not jump high enough...
Fortunately there was a large stick close by.
Unfortunately the KHT attacked the wrong part of the tree....
Upon realising the error of her ways,
the KHT changed tactic and concentrated her efforts on the appropriate section.
Unfortunately, the small twig remained trapped....
The KHT threw caution to the wind,
and attempted a less disciplined approach.
When beating the tree did not release the trapped twig,
she ordered her parents to render assistance,
whilst she directed operations,
and successfully freed the twig...
A wise person knows when teamwork is required.
WHAT A TROPHY!"
"What a hollow victory"
thought the parents of the KHT.
"All a matter of perspective,"
sighed the trees,
pleased to have been taken notice of by something other than a dog with a full bladder...
Sunday, 12 October 2014
Darkness hung heavily on the streets,
as we emerged from the light and noise into the gloom.
No longer united, we co-existed.
Darkness dividing us,
causing unfamiliar separation that surprised and unsettled.
It was easy to part,
as communication was more difficult
now we could no loner rely
on eye contact
to initiate dialogue.
sliding into the familiarity
of their transport,
and into the night
the remnant walked.
“Let us take the dark path,
into the dark darkness”
for she had no fear.
“But it is dark
in the dark
and I will be afraid” protested the other,
“Will you look after me?”
One did not deign to reply,
but wandered on
and was devoured
What could the other do,
and record the moment.
“What danger lies ahead?
the other went,
Should we have dallied deep into the dark, darkness....?”
But this was no-time for casual contemplation,
for one had been devoured by the dark, darkness,
and the role of the other was to follow, foolishly.
And so she did,
as she followed
for hope should have been
her middle name...
and five unfathomables further,
dark darkness stretched.
One hid and waited
for the other to pass,
which the other obligingly did,
waiting for the customary monlogue,
for notification of action completed.
to pursue a feline.
The other remonstrated.
One denied the intention,
but the other was not fooled, for while darkness
hearing is sharpened.
Reverently we approach
the house of prayer,
aware those who lived there have moved on
to new adventures.
I wonder if the new residents are aware of the prayer
that took place there, soaking into every crevice.
the other followed,
observing the darkened windows,
and regretting once more
that summer has slipped away.
The land of the dark darkness
did not overcome.
Our journey draws to an end
and another day is done.