So, the stuff is stuffed, the deed is done, the walls may not be altogether plumb, but then neither is my head. Finished hanging Ecotones last night and it's looking decent, if I may say so. Launch tonight at 6pm - feel free to drop in. Should be fun - maybe moreso if the rain that's bucketing down on Dublin today goes away for a while.
I've been a bit hectic between this, that and the other - so didn't get to post my Monday poem yesterday - so here it is now. Reacting (not quite sure how, though) to Totalfeckineejit's photo prompts, resulted in something a little different, voicewise;
Tell once again the strange tale of the talking dog
how one day he raised his head and said
"I've only been quiet all this time
because I've been so busy watching you all
and couldn't believe my eyes."
think back to the various expressions of surprise
among the small gathering who happened to be there
to witness the burble of unbelief, self-doubt, fear
then finally the growing chorus of blame
and how that dog ducked and spun through a forest of legs
avoiding most of the blows, until finally disappearing from view
obscured by the dust of the disturbance
leaving behind a streaked crop of twist-legged hunched backs
scouring down into the settling dust, sweating, grumbling
finally meeting each other's eyes and seeing there
accusation, defeat, suspicion, confusion at the supernatural occurrence
that nobody really believed had taken place anyway
until the silhouette on a nearby hill
© P Nolan 2009
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