angels

an old cobwebbed beardy writes poetry which nobody wants to read – he doesn’t even know where these words come from – some of the things he writes about have been knocking about for years – since he was a teenager – muses have come and gone and now he bides his time in solitude waiting for his angel to take him away – his shepherdess – there is simply no point trying to explain his thoughts to the outside world anymore – he barely steps outside his own thoughts – when you have nothing your thoughts become your only precious possessions – he glides through them like an eagle searching for prey – somewhere hot would be nice – he’s always fancied ending his days propped against a smooth boulder at the entrance to a cave on the side of a cliff overlooking a vast expanse of nothing – but would his angel – his shepherdess – know where to find him – and would the wolves find him first and tear his flesh from his bones – never one for taking risks he elected to stay put – surely she would find him here – he listens for her every day – in the sound of the birds in the overgrown garden – in the wind that whistles through the cracks in the window frames – in the conversations that keep him company when he closes his eyes and leans back into his solitude – the sun warm upon his old cobwebbed beardy face – his smile radiating contentment – he would never know how it came to be that he became an angel himself – what a mystery this life is – how it takes us without warning.

7 thoughts on “angels

  1. Isn’t that how Prometheus went? Feeling mythical are we? Writing poetry, or anything at all, seems to be a difficult way to be heard in the world. My granddaughter is doing Tic Toc – she seems to be on to something. Afraid this old brain can’t cope with that stuff, so back to the words.

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  2. The conundrum is that we either advertise our words or keep them private. One way invites criticism of any stripe the other we drown on self-criticism. As to picking one’s end! now there’s an idea for a poem! First time I’ve been back for a while Colin, good to read you! Any beers in that cave?

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