No Time for Space
Swept the sky with a witches broom
And polished the black marbled clouds
I fell asleep on a marshmallow moon
All wrapped up in stardust shroud
Life is so much better here
Away from caustic breath
I need to see what I’ve never seen
A world with something left
And when I’m sailing on a star
Floating on misguided hope
You know that things get smaller
When you look through a telescope
The world is still in motion
Exposed to the wrath of violence
We’re an explosive kind of potion
Between the protest and the silence
And when the smoke is clearing
And the coughs are running dry
We’ll find out who was steering
And perhaps we can ask them why
©JMcN
Comments
maggyvaneijk | September 29, 2011 - 13:22
I enjoyed reading this, so many magical images that make me want to float up into that marshmallow moon away from polluted London.
skinner_jennifer | September 29, 2011 - 15:42
Hi smokejack,
what a brilliant piece of writing, I too loved all
the descriptive bits in this.
Very cleverly put together and definitely worth
those cherries.
Jenny.
SundaysChild | September 29, 2011 - 15:55
Lovely!
christajoyce | September 29, 2011 - 23:45
Fabulous. I really enjoyed the read. Thank you!
L G Meadows | September 30, 2011 - 07:38
I loved it. Fantasy imagry with a tell it like it is tone.
smokejack | September 30, 2011 - 22:46
Whoa people - enough of the kindness I'm unbalanced and grateful..you have souls that do not belong so close to me..too kind too decent and I'm too humbled.
Thank you for such goodness.