Lovely, Dark and Deep
I broke the duck and feathered my cap with this. I stood in front of some people and said these things and I think it all went swimmingly. Their various noises didn’t betray their thoughts so it was hard to tell really. Not sure what else to say but maybe this from Cryptoforests “Psychologically the forest has always been an upsetting force, a place of oppressing loneliness and deep silence, a territory of unspeakable dangers and dark secrets; it is where the witches live and the outlaws hide and where, following Joseph Conrad, an implacable force broods over inscrutable intentions.”
Lovely, Dark And Deep.
/“Lovely” he said/
Hidden. Was them? They, them we hide
Not snow this time.
Slept in pooling liquid light
Awash with ripples was gentle
Growing ruthless secrets
Amongst the upright roofless canopy
Uptight, vertical soothing cracks
On skin that separates soil from sky.
Then was them, on the ground
Roots concern not her
Just a gravitropism schism.
A chreodic melody
Of rhizomes spreading
Treading carefully on a dia-geo-tropic
Dialogue. A hot top topic
Of gravities and
Loosely knit mathematical probabilities
Or a Fibonacci rigidity.
S = a commodi-fiction
/“Dark” he said/
It’s between that’s the scene
Look between the spaces
Which make up these places
Black plastic bags hang like fruit
And the cost you surmise
Of losing the lies
He stuck his head in the hole of a tree
And each step he said – he said each step
Just like you.
Through brambles he tangled
Scratched blood lines on arm.
To the edges.
To the very. Very edges. The…
Gasped for air. (A Sudden intake)
And he was, you know, sort of, don’t know, surrounded, you know, by all that whatsit?….
/He said “And Deep”/
And deep. And deep. He said and deep.
Looked back towards the road and said
Wouldn’t you miss me at all?
Then slowly stepped forward again.
And lastly, I know I’ve posted this before but it informs the above, from Robert Frost.