Levitation, death and shadow. Here are the other two to accompany the first one
The air I breath is warm and familiar
I roll over in the blankets of cotton
My body fitting in to the dents of memory
I peer under the hanging fabric to see light outside
It’s morning
I look up, peter rabbit’s there on the curtain rail
We smile and welcome each other to the new morning
I go to get out of bed
But he is there
Peter begins running
The gardener is chasing across the beam
The shadows are there
I hide under the weight of feathers
How can I leave
He will see me and I’ll be chased
I slowly look from under the sheets and they have gone
It is time to run
But as I find the courage
Peter comes back around the corner running, or should I say hopping in his beautiful baby blue jacket
Fearful of Mr Greggs
Again
I swiftly hide
My imagination with the shadows play tricks and renders me to a place of fiction
I cannot escape back to reality
My eye creeps out into the cold air to wait for the moment where Mr Greggs runs around the corner
Then
He has gone
I thrown back the covers and run like peter
Fast
Throw the door open
I made it.
As I am thrown through the door, I am thrown into life again
Time to go find mum and dad.
I lean over the pond
The concrete to the surrounding edges acting as a barrier gently grazes and imbeds itself within my knees.
I am too preoccupied for this to bother me
My face is reflected in the murky brown water
It is not possible to see the bottom
Lift move drop
Now is the time for searching under Lillie pads
There are rumors that newts have been found here
One by one, each slimy rubbery leaf is removed
There must be precision to this game
They are quick runners
As the search continues and the shapes of stones are fully dented into my knees, something I wasn’t expecting is found
It lies upturned
The gold scales seem to be splitting apart by a white green line
It floats the wrong way
I know it isn’t sleeping as I have found fish like this before
It’s dead
Here is true excitement
Something much more worth while in my time than finding newts
The race is now on to go find mum and dad to tell them
I don’t know why it is a race
But I find myself running
I need to tell them
I jump from the garden down to the path
Not even stopping to congratulate how well I did jumping from that height
I have no time to stop
Im now running down the side of the house
And Normally time is again taken here
Because when you outstretch both of your hands, the one runs alongside the brickwork bouncing over patterned lumps
And the other hand gently glides over the wooden splinters that make up a fence panel
This one needs to be done more carefully because you don’t want a splinter but you do still need to touch the panel
But im running with my hands in movement and time to my legs
And finally I’m in the house and tell mum and dad that a fish has died
But then it’s over
All the excitement, fear and need has gone
What felt like a lifetime between finding the animal and reaching the house has gone
The time is up and settles back into its natural rhythm, beat
Death is a sped up accumulation of everything happening at once, but once it is dealt with
Accepted
Told
It is over, and time regains itself and the upperhand.
I roll over in the blankets of cotton
My body fitting in to the dents of memory
I peer under the hanging fabric to see light outside
It’s morning
I look up, peter rabbit’s there on the curtain rail
We smile and welcome each other to the new morning
I go to get out of bed
But he is there
Peter begins running
The gardener is chasing across the beam
The shadows are there
I hide under the weight of feathers
How can I leave
He will see me and I’ll be chased
I slowly look from under the sheets and they have gone
It is time to run
But as I find the courage
Peter comes back around the corner running, or should I say hopping in his beautiful baby blue jacket
Fearful of Mr Greggs
Again
I swiftly hide
My imagination with the shadows play tricks and renders me to a place of fiction
I cannot escape back to reality
My eye creeps out into the cold air to wait for the moment where Mr Greggs runs around the corner
Then
He has gone
I thrown back the covers and run like peter
Fast
Throw the door open
I made it.
As I am thrown through the door, I am thrown into life again
Time to go find mum and dad.
I lean over the pond
The concrete to the surrounding edges acting as a barrier gently grazes and imbeds itself within my knees.
I am too preoccupied for this to bother me
My face is reflected in the murky brown water
It is not possible to see the bottom
Lift move drop
Now is the time for searching under Lillie pads
There are rumors that newts have been found here
One by one, each slimy rubbery leaf is removed
There must be precision to this game
They are quick runners
As the search continues and the shapes of stones are fully dented into my knees, something I wasn’t expecting is found
It lies upturned
The gold scales seem to be splitting apart by a white green line
It floats the wrong way
I know it isn’t sleeping as I have found fish like this before
It’s dead
Here is true excitement
Something much more worth while in my time than finding newts
The race is now on to go find mum and dad to tell them
I don’t know why it is a race
But I find myself running
I need to tell them
I jump from the garden down to the path
Not even stopping to congratulate how well I did jumping from that height
I have no time to stop
Im now running down the side of the house
And Normally time is again taken here
Because when you outstretch both of your hands, the one runs alongside the brickwork bouncing over patterned lumps
And the other hand gently glides over the wooden splinters that make up a fence panel
This one needs to be done more carefully because you don’t want a splinter but you do still need to touch the panel
But im running with my hands in movement and time to my legs
And finally I’m in the house and tell mum and dad that a fish has died
But then it’s over
All the excitement, fear and need has gone
What felt like a lifetime between finding the animal and reaching the house has gone
The time is up and settles back into its natural rhythm, beat
Death is a sped up accumulation of everything happening at once, but once it is dealt with
Accepted
Told
It is over, and time regains itself and the upperhand.