'Writers are liars by nature, but just because of that, don't discount us. For it is through our lies that we tell the truth. Our stories become the mask.'

Wednesday 17 July 2013

A Door in the Pavement...

 
I came across a remarkable fellow...
walking down an old street the other day,
He had the word SEA...
tattooed upon his forehead,
and his coat was the colour of a wave...
He had gigantic hands,
a metre wide at least...
and eyes the colour of gold,
half of his teeth had fallen away...
and his breath stank of seaweed and fish,
I stopped what I was doing...
and turned to glance at him,
he grinned at me...
and began to do the hop-scotch,
in the dust by the road...
I asked him what he was doing,
playing games there...
and he replied,
'Creating universes my dear...
opening doors',
I watched him for a while...
then he invited me to join in,
we played hopscotch until...
the moon was dropping from the Heavens,
 
 
and then the man reached down...
towards the pavement we were on,
seized a corner of it...
and with the barest of sighs,
he peeled it away...
and revealed to me a door,
the colour of the sky...
He led the way forward,
through its' opening of light...
and together we stepped out into stars and pure night,
he took me light-years away from the rock and the sand...
from the terrifying race into time,
we stepped out...
and we flew,
we soared through an ocean,
 hidden by a cloud of stars...
and a leviathan winked at us,
 somewhere between Mercury and Mars...
we floated beneath the shadows,
of stars that had lived since the world began...
and we conversed with the lively ones,
talked them into a frenzy...
then settled down for some meditation,
upon the highest edge of the moon...
 

We saw the stars move and dance in peculiar ways,
and we heard a sonic music...
accompanying them as on earth it became day,
the man then reached out to me...
and I took his hand in mine,
and together we soared back....
to that homely planet of ours,
we stepped back through the door...
out into the white morning light,
and without a sound...
he pushed back the seam,
and closed the door tight...
he smiled once to me,
turning as he did...
and whispered these words,
'The universe is a journey we may someday all take...
yet don't neglect the universes in your life,
before you take the leap.'
The man nodded and turning...
he began to walk away,
only not just walking he waltzed he waltzed!
As fine as gold beneath the sun...
who he waltzed with I did not venture to ask,
However as he drew into the distance...
he suddenly stopped,
and a shimmering in the air appeared...
a wall of water rose before him,
and with the softest of laughs he stepped on through...
to forever,
to the SEA.
 



 
  Hoohooo....hello darlings,
 
     I have become an owl and so shall talk to you as one. HooHooooooo. Hoooo (If you don't understand me you're completely ridiculous....everyone can speak owl so why can't you? Hmmmmm?)
     Hehe...don't mind me. Hope you are all doing fine, and I'm sorry I haven't been Blogging much lately...been thinking, and writing my book. The number of dragons on my desk is growing...and it looks to me like another change is due....the alien space craft must take off again...and take me...
 
   SOMEWHERE ELSE....
 
 
 
I'll let you know where it drops me,
 
   Much Love,
Miss CLScarlett xx
 
 
 

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