Heather
"Heather"
such a tumultuous quiet discourse
crochet hooked and thinking on wheels,
the wrong turns, sometimes thoughts move
to the recalcitrant one, another tumultuous heart,
mixed feelings like heavy storm clouds move
towards the vociferous missing one,
who looks on from that place in the gut,
intuition, the compass and metronome set,
viewed in the mind's eye, amygdala, from afar
and considers messages passed on
by a lost child, the keeper of a secret to be kept,
the child immovable, concerned for all,
the quiet closed mindedness of it all, hooking loops,
like a missed stitch in time, how one could have assisted,
yet became a back turned, calling in others to turn,
a lost chapter, a forgone conclusion,
the terrible failure of it all
the one writing thinks
of the royal colour, Purple,
and remembers the sister of Heather
laid out like a pale Rose in a silent garden,
risen the Rose remains standing by All, steadfast unseen,
perplexed, yet somehow understanding, watching over,
both stubborn purple bruised stories unfurl
Love arrives on the wings of angels
visiting the obdurate in dreams,
who stay close always though worlds apart,
the ghost remains, day by day
walking next to wheels that turn
of the one seated like a Queen unable to walk,
bloody minded unable to talk, crochet hooked
shifting gears automatic, the ghost guiding
quite hauntingly strange quills like keys far away,
that move hands of time to leave abstract messages on a wall
like music notes scored to be understood and conveyed
LOVE,
despite it all,
moves mountains
covered in Heather
the Royal colour
purple
the envelope opened,
the message relayed,
before a forest
a waiting Rose
and the mind
of a girl
new chapters
new worlds
meet in dreams
far away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
hmm (forrest); and
ljb, llb
“I am permitted to travel in the corridor between sky and heather"
empathy.
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