I see this old woman beneath
the arc of an aflutter traffic light,everyday
She carries with her little plastic bottles
filled with daylight and painted black on the outside
that she drags along the road,to keep them warm
i think
The sun is not kind on her,
For he too has grown old with her
So i ask her why does she need the bottles
She tells me there are little children
made of wax waiting for her at home
The night would become a hiding place
for all those who will end up seeking..
The traffic light collapses to a green subsistence
as her hands tremble against a masculine roar
i have an old sun to race against
the arc of an aflutter traffic light,everyday
She carries with her little plastic bottles
filled with daylight and painted black on the outside
that she drags along the road,to keep them warm
i think
The sun is not kind on her,
For he too has grown old with her
So i ask her why does she need the bottles
She tells me there are little children
made of wax waiting for her at home
The night would become a hiding place
for all those who will end up seeking..
The traffic light collapses to a green subsistence
as her hands tremble against a masculine roar
i have an old sun to race against
my heart hurts
ReplyDeleteand i don't know why
i hope she keeps at it
perhaps the sun will (permanently) lose his cock
and become all vulva
xo
erin
The sun is never kind. We think it so for all that warmth and vibrance. But as it sinks it's teeth in our skin and starts planting seeds that could end badly, we know it for what it is. A parasite. But this woman, she has found a way, to keep the warmth, and spare her skin. She has bottled sunshine (and oh, haven't we all wanted to???)
ReplyDeleteManik, your imagination is a beautiful thing...and your heart too. How is your woman? How is your heart?
erin,
ReplyDeletewe hope it does and we grow old with it too...and not ill....thank you for stopping by...i shall be visiting your gallery....
Annie,
The woman i hope is warm and keeping others warm..Our sunshine is bottled in our pockets...you know how...and we won't ever have enough like she might have...