Clew


from the ABC set Camera Obscura

Your whisper an ivory taper,
it glows in this somnolence;
speaks a needle eye of flame,
shares a quip to candle,
thread lights passages of mind.

Revealed: an unsolved labyrinth,
discarded ball of twine,
rusted sword and hope;
small things I left behind.

-------
minor edit 01.12.11

Discuss this piece in the abctales forum


Comments

jennifer | August 14, 2010 - 23:19

Beautiful imagery.

But I can't help but say this feels somehow unfinished...

J x

lenchenelf | August 15, 2010 - 08:37

:-D you know me too well, I had a spare semi-colon, so have applied it this am. atb lena xx

jennifer | August 15, 2010 - 10:06

Haha! You're just as much of a perfectionist as I am!

J x

rjnewlyn | August 16, 2010 - 22:19

I liked the second stanza particularly. The idea of mind as building is very Jung. I hope there aren't any minotaurs ...

Rob

lenchenelf | August 17, 2010 - 08:33

Thanks Jen :-) most of the time I feel like a chef who forgot a vital ingredient just after he's plated up and sent to table, diners don't always appreciate the flourish of their meal being tinkered with while they're trying to eat it, or being told how to hold their cutlery for the tricky bits that haven't been boned properly, hey ho :-)

Thanks Rob, much appreciated, I have a water pistol for tricky beasts ;-)
atb lena xx

jennifer | August 17, 2010 - 09:23

Ha! Yes, imagine if the chef ran out and just fiddled with the garnish, brilliant! It's so hard to know when to let go and put work out there sometimes...I often make the mistake of 'over-fiddling', and messing up a perfectly good poem in the process, lol,

J x