The Curator

December 4, 2012 at 11:07 pm (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, politics, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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.

..

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.

.

Astrologically, he read the perfect sign

and chose this day to set his sight

at the hill above vast unmolested sea.

.

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.

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3 Comments

  1. frommymusings2u said,

    Great write…much enjoyed the reading!
    Rachael

  2. nobodysreadingme said,

    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,

      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 🙂

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