Symposium

"Symposium" where do you go when you try to dream your place in my life gone now from your quicksand shores once I rolled over placed my mouth against your throat what used to be as if you could transfer some voice back into me I was so naive missing the signs in it all The Great Tragedy but you are a ghost now and the pillow spills its vacancy back into me betrayal tries to speak like its barren sister looking for a keepsake a child to call her own the numbers - years marked, dialled no more, blocked; I paint the walls here with fables draped in daisy chains she loves me loves me not and I broke like a mirror breaks learnt how to cut the nightmares with the shards of me sharpened black wings into The Shining poetic stony swords, blistering blunt spatulas to brick the demon in with strange creatures their poetry could tear all your prison walls down keys all jangling the doors to other nebulous lives and their lies sweetly reminiscent some incredible present some died before dying too playing dice salt and peppered with honesty Love plays its part in the missing the capitulating grieves for Yesterday’s gauche dreaming slipping the noose over some other's life a maze lost in a muse lost in the warring territory of what could have been silence flows deep like over-flooded roads to nowhere the child was stolen while she slept deeply entrenched in the dreams of a lost child golden trinkets and better glittering tomorrows the child was stolen while she slept to fill the empty space in the other’s barren empty house the dream stealer the great pretender plays the part of saint built from straw she shines it on the dullest glow built off the back of true mother's iron will absent grace, painted cold the child misses nothing walls that bury bad blood spilt brick by bloody brick remember this, the Truth - is a child eventually the Truth grows, it sees - walls will never break that which eventually wins; that which eventually wins - frees, what waits beyond it all brick by brick (LadyLabyrinth/ 2022) “Analyse” / Thom Yorke https://youtu.be/l6jSJKPJ3Cg “A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility In rolling reams across a screen In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences that do not rhyme In all that you can ever change” Thom Yorke "By painting colours and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life. ” Edvard Munch “A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.” Agatha Christie LYRICS/ “Analyse”, Thom Yorke https://genius.com/Thom-yorke-analyse-lyrics 1. https://digital.library.adelaide.edu.au/dspace/bitstream/2440/110550/2/02whole.pdf 2. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/262908697_The_experience_of_motherhood_for_alienated_mothers 3. https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/how-do-you-tell-story-cant-believe-amanda-sillars?fbclid=IwAR0RGahURytDK7Bk57X2G7fkhoXqe2r5iz3bJSfJmQRVisR1TRznz-mR3Hc Optimistic + In Limbo https://youtu.be/7YUFDJneteU