The Curator
December 4, 2012 at 11:07 pm (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, politics, Stories) (curator, earth, experience, freedom, journey, life, living history, nature, peace, poem, poems, poetry, soul, stillness, watchers, word, words, world)
Economically, it was a difficult time
women itched in woollen scarves
men stamped their frosted minds
a cruel wind blew till their steaming chips were down.
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Socially, it was a treacherous climb
He clung to the frozen earth with hooked toes
vertically
.
.
impossible
pebbles snapping like dragons’ teeth
stressed grass grazing his aching knees.
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Astrologically, he read the perfect sign
and chose this day to set his sight
at the hill above vast unmolested sea.
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At the summit
he would put down his heavy pack
lean his broad back against a small patch of undamaged sky
and watch history unfold.
frommymusings2u said,
December 5, 2012 at 1:31 am
Great write…much enjoyed the reading!
Rachael
nobodysreadingme said,
December 5, 2012 at 9:52 am
Errm, have to confess here. I must be a bit dense, but I just didn’t get it. As I say, I’m dense. There’s some great imagery though
Julia Dean-Richards said,
December 5, 2012 at 9:21 pm
Well, as I keep insisting, there is no need for everyone to ‘get’ everything. There is plenty I don’t get. If you like the images, that’s cool – that’s what I like too 🙂