Heidi

 

 

 

Is Shirley Temple still alive?

Each time the Grandfather calls her name in the snow flower miracle,

I cry yet pretend how silly it is to miss the green earth, splitting me

lengthwise and then into layers of leave or stay, reason or writing.

You read bible verses to me in the cabin play scripture where Klara

plays the wind and I play the sway of twi-night in the crippled dawn.

 

When the evil witch broke your snowglobe cone of house in the silky water,

I couldn't stand your tears entering, entering me as sorrow that makes

bricks without straw. When the moon sales it's scales to the gypsies,

find me strange on the mountains,

 

burst free of the old jail who's bars of string and fabric takes an old man shape,

then sings loudly in the church of twill. Come closer and hear me say this:

 

I shall walk forever to find you.

Reviews

[Tree]

A memory, a person. Reincarnated with the powerful magic of your words. Reaching back into the divinity of childhood and yanking it back into the cold dark world, for our consumption. A beautiful piece Dana....

Diego

[writing mojo]

the presence of this piece is quite cinematic, an educated eye can see the cold weather fair is a frequency which could quite possibly stall the ice age, you have that word merited pow!... glaciers man glaciers you speak with in glaciers, use a carving tongue which picks up the silent erosion of symbiont cause to the retro version of thought being flayed by the innocence lost...I am just along for the ride my man and it's fantastic...