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Castling

Contributed by flavellm on Sunday, 16th June 2013 @ 05:43:05 AM in AEST
Topic: Event

Castling

The habit of spending
Saturday mornings suffering.
Curled up in a reeking heap
moaning like a wounded animal,
one that's just been mowed down
on a motorway at pitiless speed.
Alive and conscious only to the
pains of pulsing kidneys
and the cruel taste of my tongue,
that seems to have developed
its own strange fur overnight.

I seek my Grandparents house
for peace, breakfast, coffee and
simple thoughtful conversation
noticing the heavy slumbering sky just
keeps rolling over, offering little light.

There as always with his spectacles
and in his chair smoking, mostly engaged
though sometimes I see his eyes
wander through the kitchen window
towards the old elm tree on the neighbour's lawn
and when the wind pours by you can faintly hear
its hoarse moans tormenting the rattling branches
though true to season, the flapping leaves cling on firmly.

We swap seats when Nan serves up their dinner
and I am exposed to the towering figure of this elm
and in the unnatural silence, you know,
that silence that breaks out during meal-times?
I begin to brew my own thoughts in solitude.
They branch out as sporadically as the
twisted elm does sprawled out before me.
Thoughts 'branching'
I reckon silence behaves like
sunlight in that respect.

But it's a naive and shallow wisdom
limited experience provides at my age.
See my Grandad although wise, never
bothered his head over such things.
An old school carpenter
He used his hands, and by god he knew
how to use them, those hands held
many a 'intellect' to ransom.

I hear the fork slap the plate
and the satisfied smack on his lips
our eyes knowingly meet,
meet in the way I know
exactly what he's about to say
Though words can't form his wisdom
I can decipher that struggle
within his eyes and help him to
evince those meanings
and pass them on to me.

Copyright © flavellm ... [ 2013-06-16 05:43:05]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Castling (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 18th June 2013 @ 03:55:04 PM AEST
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Another incredible write, I was there with you in this one.I am going to go read more of you.

Nicely done
Michelle

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