There are skeletons in my closet,
There’s an elephant in the room;
There’s something in the air and water;
Whispers spread as blue evening blooms
/
I sit cross-legged in the corner
On the floor, where my fevered dreams
Lie before me, dissected, rotting,
Magic stolen from them – by me
/
So I cut and paste back together
Mountain peaks, bullrings, oceans, ice
Smiling faces, well-wishes, curses,
Universities, slums, loves, lies…
/
And the skeletons in my closet
Start to dance to forgotten chants
And the elephant kneels before me;
Smiling, we travel through my past
/
To the time I believed in magic
And knew how to fulfil a dream;
Watching myself change, scared, I notice
That I’ve grown tired, cold and meek
Wonderful and inspiring. You have a very nice style of writing.
Thanks for your visit and your kind comment!
This is a great write. Beautiful portrait of the elephant. And the life path you describe may be too common. This is one of my favorites of yours – There are many good ones!
You know I’m a big fan of your writing, Carl, so it’s great to hear you liked something I wrote. Thank you!
Really loved this, and the whole thought of the skeletons dancing in the closet and the elephants kneeling. Beautiful piece.
Thank you so much, Jennifer! I’m happy you had fun reading the piece.
I also liked the part about the skeletons dancing in the closet and the elephant kneeliing…quite a enjoyable read.
Thanks for your comment! I guess I’ll keep those skeletons dancing, then, since people seem to like the idea :)…