Tittle-Tattle Words

Prose written in Gloucester Cathedral, inspired by random thoughts and a choir....

I am the spinner

Of limitless contradiction

You pull me, I push you

With parables

And tittle-tattle words

I weave to deceive

Threads falling apart

At your slightest touch

 

 

Bliss is cloistered

In your perfumed restraint

This, is not indecision

Nor paranoid vision

Some happenchance stance

This paradigm

That I create

 

 

The tenement calls

And the rain it falls

And tittle-tattle words

Run into one another

Collisions of galaxies

On a single lined page

The teasing of divinity

How I have sought thee….

 

 

Tittle-tattle words

You subdue….

21^st August 2009 - Gloucester Cathedral

 

© Kevin Mattingley

Reviews

[Snuggles McClintock]

"i am the spinner" this line caught my attention. as an opening, it works very well, sir. strangely, this invokes memories of night spent in and frustrated with significant other. I admire your clarity.

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

Bravo..this one works so well .. Some happenchance stance.. wonderful working of words.. this has such free flowing feel to it.
I think your rhyme pattern is great here .