The WriterA Poem by AllieHe was writing the next bestseller he claimed, One with a thousand plot twists and turns, One with seventy two different characters, And glittering ice that burns.'
He was writing the next bestseller he claimed,
One with a thousand plot twists and turns, One with seventy two different characters And glittering ice that burns. He said girls became the aggressive ones, He said the boys all had long hair. He told of pirates meeting elves and thieves And a tortoise who lived up eighty four stairs. He mentioned seamstresses that lied through the night And prisoners who sold the day, He said trees held hands holding clouds aloft And people shapeshifted as if made of clay. He said birds always flew backwards And the stars shone red and green, He said spiders and snakes were mans best friend And the world's in the palm of the Fairy Queen. He told me fairy tails didn't exist Everything you thought a lie was true, He said sometimes gravity switched off altogether And the one person that can control it all is you. He told me that flamingos live forever And dinosaurs stand four foot high, He said I'd better believe it's all true He said see it in your minds eye. So I watched and I waited For the moment to arrive, For the epiphany to dance at me, For the worlds to collide, But the sky remained blue And the stars shone pearly white The trees didn't have hands to hold And I couldn't quite Understand. I couldn't connect the dots The gaps remained like chasms They gaped and I could not Fathom what was going on here. Because he hadn't written at all. The pages were empty parchment Like a sky bleached at dawn Waiting for the colours to wander and arch. But he spun the tails as he aged His stories persisted unfolding. The fey carried him away one day Into a place where he'll never grow older. He told of the talking toadstools He laughed during his sleep, His eyes were alive and unnerving And he stopped recognising me. But the trees held him softly Murmuring stories into his ears Speaking of a land far away from here A land where the sky had cleared. That day he smiled his last forever, The day that life removed his fears Was the day they finally took him The writer at the end of his years. © 2017 AllieAuthor's Note
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Added on May 9, 2017Last Updated on May 9, 2017 Tags: #writer #bestseller #stories AuthorAllieManchester, United KingdomAboutTell me something you've never told anyone else more..Writing
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