As fluttering hands weep silently,
She relents on condition,
that he not travel unaccompanied –
shadows seen carving
the lines of the mountains with glaciers,
protected by a wooden box,
lay next to a smaller one of tin,
a package tied with faded ribbon
cut from some forgotten heart.
Forest smiles, useful for loneliness –
first of all,
He will lead this box of sleeping lyres
and do this –
this is four of seven,
the only protector,
feathers dancing with moonlight mist.
The stranger wanted to be left alone,
so he kept moving, moving,
moving unconsciously carrying
his first valentine
as the solitary farm-house,
filled with ravens
playing fiddles merrily,
recedes into memory .
That is his so so sewing,
don’t you think;
for if a rock-star falls
alone in the woods,
does anyone sing the blues ?
OBSERVATIONS & COMMENTARY NOTES
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Often silent archaeology
wish forbidden bells’ secrets –
frosty pagan puppeteers.
Byzantine roundabout body
diffidently drains year –
trail calls bones again .
Pamphlet addition paints
illuminated STOP –
a field kitchen cockatoo denouement.
Defective foot fallacy- orange
denotation constructing emotional appeal –
at the bottom of the paper pool
the Weary Detective pens slogans.
In nearby Eindhoven,
Never miss………………. the movement –
Cycle the Van Gogh.
This piece of Broken Folklore includes a Dadaist Fairy Tale Analysis, and accompanying Asemic Collage Illustrations. Any resemblance between the characters/events in this tale and any persons, living or likewise, is an archetypal synchronicity . Please refrain from leaving any significance & empty popcorn containers under your seat.