Unspoken
Lion-mouse, Dragon-dove and Mr Jangeley,
Whisper-soft, such cold delight, sharing company.
In the attic, so so white,
Two round windows searing bright,
Clock tock tick stop... We all sit down to Tea
Dragon-dove, head to the side, looks on puzzledly;
"What are those on your skin, the colours that I see?"
Fearsome red and livid blue,
Mauve and mottled purple too.
"Ink stains, not more" And nod assuringly.
Breathless day standing still, and passing endlessly.
Creaking floorboards under groan, throb arrhythmically.
Cobwebbed corner, dusty book,
It is to that now they look,
Closed. Bound. Sealed. Locked. Around the neck a key.
Squeaking purr, bristling fur, "Will you show that to me?"
Lion-mouse pointing paw, the others both agree.
Writhing under focused gaze,
Caught beneath the windows rays.
Excuse profuse. "Another time maybe?"
Leaning forth, ribcage tune, and smiling secretly.
From rictus lips, fermented words of Mr Jangeley.
In the attic with no door,
Empty room and nothing more.
"Alone inside. And ever shall it be"
@BastionKnight Another great work! I loved the paradoxical characters and the surreal atmosphere. The attic setting, ticking clock, and locked book create a real sense of mystery and tension. There’s this push and pull between wanting to uncover secrets and the fear of what might be inside. Mr. Jangeley’s cryptic words really amplify the feeling of isolation - self imposed isolation?
Also on the surface level, as someone who always says "another time maybe" as an excuse to avoid sharing my own poetry, I definitely felt seen!
@azurePond
*smiles*
