Right Here In Contemplation
When reason takes a back
seat, my room symbolizes
transporting of imprinted
essence, no need for any
movement; pen travels,
fingers guiding the way;
bridging gap – facilitating
shortcuts, setting spirit free.
Turning to gaze out window;
up rises two crows, not high
enough to reach folds of
clouds; on the wing revealing
powerful stance, concealing
fear; for these birds need to be
strong when danger's all around.
More comfortable for this writer
is the feeling of intimacy with
surroundings, when connections
to drifting memory of my most
treasured film returns. As clock
ticks with no relevance, for in
this calm solace of tranquility
has nowhere to be, but right
here in contemplation.
Recalling the year was 1900,
when pretty young girls with
long flowing locks and beautiful
dresses...their alluring smiles
had no need of Valentine kisses,
just the sweet escape as mundane
school boarders – if only just for
All remained meditative, apart
from a boisterous child who
spent most of her time yearning
to fit in, yet not quite sure of how.
These girls had to be on their best
behaviour at all times; elated at
the idea of fresh air and a picnic
beneath the open sky.
The day arrived bringing with it
sunshine and much excitement,
except for one boarder who had
been disobedient refusing to read
a poem, a disadvantage for her.
Arriving at their destination that
day, the air was humid as the
Valentine cake was sliced; while
giant ants consumed a lot of the
Nature seemed so beautiful, with
it's many coloured parrots filling
the air, and crawling lizards that
seemed to stop and stare.
It was as if time stood still, the
essence of wild trails calling
some of the girls to release their
The wanderers with their flushed
cheeks in the sultry heat, waved
goodbye and began their adventure
towards the rock face high; showing
their defiance, climbing into oblivion
when they knew it was wrong.
Having no idea where they were
going, but with just an urge to
keep moving on, across a stream
and through long corn coloured
grass they trailed on in a trance.
Leaving behind their company
to slumber the day in harmony.
Camaraderie took the fearless
explorers to venture into the
Unlike my crows who were aware
of perils, these girls did not take
heed, never returning; seeming like
the sun melt them into the rock...or
maybe they slipped through time.
Whatever the theory, whether the
story was true or just a dream,
I'm fascinated and compelled
to watch again and again.
Observing the Inspiration Point.
Readers can you guess from
the clues which film I'm