I had to write this down...
Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 5:23 pm
I am only a word from a legend, a phrase that hung like a droplet of black ink from his lips and stained his tongue. The bead of onyx marked my finger when I touched it to the firmly set mouth and as I press that fingertip to paper, the print that is left spiders away across the page, spreading other words like me boldly, hurriedly. What they say is true, legends do grow and that is because of words like me. We shift and widen, coating the air with colored, cobwebby vibrations that cling to your ears, making you remember.
I was a china doll, the memories painted into the grey of my eyes spilling quietly into the pen that seemed to have come with me when I was born. I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory, or so they used to sing with me on humid Sunday mornings. And I do. The tales spin and swirl in my mind like spun candy, thickening into bittersweet ropes of more words. But the stories have changed, and the melody has shifted, become sweeter, and coaxed me far beyond the widowed phrases that hung above me like wafting smoke.
Words, words, words, always, always are the words present. You can’t see them when they're said, but, oh, how you see them even so.
I was a china doll, the memories painted into the grey of my eyes spilling quietly into the pen that seemed to have come with me when I was born. I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory, or so they used to sing with me on humid Sunday mornings. And I do. The tales spin and swirl in my mind like spun candy, thickening into bittersweet ropes of more words. But the stories have changed, and the melody has shifted, become sweeter, and coaxed me far beyond the widowed phrases that hung above me like wafting smoke.
Words, words, words, always, always are the words present. You can’t see them when they're said, but, oh, how you see them even so.