Monday, October 18, 2010

Silent Ruminations (a poem)

Silent Ruminations

I told you my daemons existed
Those that hide behind the rungs of the chair

Their teeth dull and aching still wanting to gnash at you
In the shape of a smile, a gash on their eyeless faces

Hands shaped like worn branches
Reach out to hold you, broken and gnarled

Feet firmly planted in your dreams
And hearts licking your nightmares

Patiently waiting to taste the scraps of your thought
Starving for the light of your gaze to free them

Pet them; they will be soothed with your calloused hands
Speak their names curling them in the safe of your lap

Forget them not for they will disappear
In time with child infused innocence

(J Smith 2010)