They walk in underways, mirrored in us while raven laughs of treetops wending and above for all our blind eyes, all our deaf ears stopped up with the cotton of tomorrows never known. They lived in us once, too, and ache at our immaturity.
People think me mad to stare at unseen campfires while my bed is burning, making mumbles at the slow folk gathering ’round as they warm their bones against the steel nights cold. At least the stars shine bright below on frigid nights, along with mother moon pale down in the skies.
The madness is in ignoring the folk, not in engagement. As they say, the stone would tell if you just gave them space to share the tales. Rushing, most people are enthralled with the ghostly glow pouring from their hands to succumb to the rocks’ demands. They cannot balance their earth and their rivers, everflowing faster and going nowhere fast.
As I said, raven laughs, raven is the watchman, amused as we move in circles and never going anyplace — least of all fast. Dead, blind and stupid.
9 responses to “Of Underways”
Great prose lamenting the extent of how we have lost our way. ‘They lived in us once’. Indeed. Perhaps they still do but we have forgotten how to recognise them.
I believe they do, we’ve just forgotten how to see, how to listen. We may have even forgotten how to speak.
Same page.
Every sentence its own intriguing story. Love that.
Thank you, Michele. I suppose you could possibly take any one of those sentences that use that as a starter for a story. When I was participating more consistently with NaNoWriMo, I used to solicit from readers of my blog sentences that they thought I should start my annual “novel” with. Many of them provided sentences like those above to see if I would get tangled up in knots.
As you can see, not much gets in the way.
Have a great morning, Michele. 🐦⬛
You’re welcome, Michael and thank you for sharing that detail with me. Wonderful engagement with you and your readers. Standout sentences kept me motivated and inspired when I was grading endless papers. Never was a paper full of them, but when I came across one, it kept me going. 📝 It has been a lovely morning, thank you. Happy Friday to you! 🦅
I probably overshare such things. Thanks for putting up with it if that’s the case 🙂
I probably fall into that camp, too. 😁 I appreciate your shares. 👍🏻
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