(to be read with a Miranda – Richardson – playing – Queenie voice)
time
wriggle
said the curly toes oh
what a day we’ve had
fine-enough we spent it
wearing filmy-whitey stockings –
for we are young and
although we are cramped and
although we sweat just a little
we still press against the image
and slightly bend at the knuckle and we are
always upturned at the end but
then
we were dropped in a tank
all filled with swirling air and
furnished as a Louis XIV ante-room, we think,
where we hung inquisitive and silent
for an exquisite epoch while the
bluelight held no time of the day
shush
my little ones said the model you’ve had a busy day
settle down now for we have more time to play
tomorrow
first published in the comments of poojycat if you want to see the original …
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
air wormhole: tag cloud poem II – acceptance
blue wormhole: 25% scaffolding & rope
childhood & life wormhole: the edges of my reach
emergence & play wormhole: the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice
light wormhole: transition
silence wormhole: practising
time wormhole: still there?
white wormhole: star / through the kitchen / window
Read as instructed. Delightful!
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