Sunday 15 April 2007

A long time ago

As I read recently, there was a country called Kingsville from which a prince and princess were rescued by the grace of sovereign decrees. They were led to a land, like unto the promised land, by the sea. There they settled and carried on their work of which they complained often but had much else of which to be thankful.

Therefore I return to writing and offer here a few for the long absence.


Leaving Time

Wake up long after the alarm
Sleep so sweet, sickness follows,
The bitter taste of time lsot
Taints every waking moment
Negating beneficent hour half awake
Savouring soft morning pillow warmth

Now haste nips at sore heels,
Pounding the stairs, up and down
Hurry and pack, swiftly think,
Thoughts attack like dogs wrestling
Vie for dominion, all with torn ears--
And with bags packed, we slam the trunk.

Upon the road, questions riot
With did the door get locked?
And where's the key? Old habits
Prepared the way long before we left;
Racing through the city, we leave
Far behind our life in the last hour.

Only the alarm we failed to heed
Chases us and rings on in our head.