Please leave the house, dear.
Oh, I know that a gargoyle
is hiding in the umbrella stand and
a labyrinth of spiders is waiting in
the dark corner of the hallway to
occupy your hair.
I know that you can't go out wearing this, and
this happens to be attached to your body and
you're trailing drops of blood down
your legs from out your middle and
you haven't learnt to filter out the frantic
braying of demented goats lining the roadside.
But the big tall man is a terrified boy and
the young girl is scared but assured and
the old man is snoring and dreaming and
the baby is spouting wisdom out
through his babbles and they are, right now at least,
occupying the streets.
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I don't think I'm meant to know what it means, Sue, but it certainly came from a very interesting place, as ever:)
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm not entirely sure what it means either, Harry, but if you look at it as someone who finds it hard to leave the house telling herself to, well, leave the house, you'll be pretty much on the right track :)
ReplyDeleteI'd say there are one or two other levels of meaning in there, Sue. Right? Comfort zones and the like?:)
ReplyDeleteYeah, absolutely. The house is yourself, isn't it. But damned if I know what the goats are :)
ReplyDeleteMaybe... I am that which 'I' seek... an 'own goal' which wins the league:)
ReplyDeleteThis is really good, Sue. Touches such an unconscious place in me and stirs very strong emotion.
ReplyDeleteThanks,
Brad
Ooh, that's good to hear, Brad. Thanks for the feedback :)
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