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Callings

Contributed by Supercreep on Thursday, 19th June 2008 @ 07:01:05 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes

She jumped up and ran to the open window in her long nightgown. . . Dakin shivered as she called softly into the empty world:
‘Did someone want me?’ . . . The mountain nodded. . . As the sun almost burst over the top, the black head of the mountain seemed to dip, as if to say, ‘Yes, somebody wants you.’ [1]

Dakin was opening the curtains
when she thought she saw the snow capped mountain nod,
and beckon her way.

Just when I cease believing in magic
am sure there is no difference between loving
and being ‘in love’
the mood awakens me with a simple nod.

It came on, just like light rain on water
no writing on the wall or thunderbolts.
The frosty morning called me out
Gulls, negotiating standing space on frozen islands
on the river
don’t look up..
Ducks dabbling by the brink quarrel for crusts.
Smoke teases from the boat peoples cluttered cabins
an old man comes out to tinker with his motor.
Cornflake leaves scrunch beneath my feet
a cold blue sky winks at me, as if to say
‘well of course I know you’re beautiful,
its no miracle that I have cloaked you and him in my splendour
chosen you both as heroes, to embark on the next adventure.

I don’t quite reach the magic mountain
but go home and wallow by the fire nursing my cigarettes
doubting he’s in love with me.
I picture him now on his own
hating every moment of his gruesome lot
till the moist dampness of an average girl’s brave affections
has no place
and rage burns from damp embers of an ash tray clogged with but ends.
I decide not to call him
even though I fear
when the frost thaws
the mountain will not nod again.

________________________________________
[1] The Farthest Away Mountain : Lynne Ried Banks

Copyright Â© Supercreep ... [ 2008-06-19 19:01:05]
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Re: Callings (User Rating: 1 )
by wheels on Sunday, 22nd June 2008 @ 02:53:36 AM AEST
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absolutely beautiful - fantastic. I can see it all. the beauty and the frustration. wonderful!

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