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Here is the poem using the following words:
BACK SUCK NECK LOCK STICK
SING BRING RING STING THING
POND MEND PANDA HAND END
THINK BANK CHUNK SANK DONKEY
The long way back to a time in darkness,
It sucks you back there,
Once in a cloud-moment.
The loose neck of a memory that pulls,
It locks our thoughts,
And yet it lets us go,
With a sigh of pleasure.
It berates us with its hard stick,
And yet,
It makes us sing,
Bringing with it,
The ring of familiarity.
The ring that stings.
The things that mean the most to us,
Sometimes drown in the pond of time.
Sometimes pebbles that created,
Feelings,
Are brought back to us,
In the circles of ripple.
It mends us and makes us whole.
A soft panda hand,
Can take a memory,
Make it alive with black and white,
Imagery of hands in street highs.
Or even High Streets.
And at the end of it all,
Three years have passed.
And we think,
Where did that time go?
We did not bank on the chunky world,
Of others taking it away.
I sank like Mary's donkey,
Onto my hot flanks,
And softly sat,
Quietly waiting.
My nose breathing amongst straw.
Did you run out of cats to squash flat? :)
In my case I much prefer a strand of limp sgahetti to flog the dog,being a small poodle and all.
A Large log would simply be overkill...
Magical, Molly Bloom. Constraints like this limited list, so paradoxicly fruitful.
Here goes...
Using: BACK SUCK NECK LOCK STICK
SING BRING RING STING THING
POND MEND PANDA HAND END
THINK BANK CHUNK SANK DONKEY
*******
As if to illustrate, raging, she writes (of work, subjectively):
‘…My strange neck, my one good hand… each withering a bone-end free…’
Adding: ‘…some sharpened stick will break the lock, will suck me back, you’ll see…’
Or ‘…This thing will bring some further ring, some further tendency…’
Tipping now, or twisting
She apes shapes of (a) donkey (illustrating burden)
Of (b) panda (illustrating prone)
Aping these shapes and others alone
As if to illustrate, as klaxon, she writes (of work, subjectively):
‘…Today I will sing me, in order to mend me…’
‘…I will think me, in order to bend me…’
‘…I will makes fists of my hands to defend me…’
Sinking now, but still listing
She conjures land, conjures bank;
Fallen trees across an inch-deep pond;
Some chunk of land to lie upon
Meanwhile and elsewhere
He ducks her shadow as a prank
Adding litres of tears
Where she sank
Pouring over
These features of his sting
He follows her down
Taking everything
:)
Ish -
Don't Suppose you fancy a stab at it too?
And Blue, feel free to join in :)
I think I'm gonna have a challenge now of reading them to my daughter...
Some unfamiliar words for her to question :) It'll be fun, playing teacher again.
Thanks again to Pod, Molly and Dr AD, and to anyone else who might have a go :)
I did have a bit of a cry when I read Dr. Ant's. Brilliant.
BACK SUCK NECK LOCK STICK
SING BRING RING STING THING
POND MEND PANDA HAND END
THINK BANK CHUNK SANK DONKEY
I want to take you on your back,
Suck your energy from you.
I let you stroke my neck,
It is enshrined in leather and lock.
The stick with which you switch me,
Only serves to make me sing.
It brings pleasure as well as sting-sing.
Bring me the moments of shore-line grabbing,
The ring of tides that push me up and out,
Proud of everything I do,
Not hiding amongst bladderwrack.
This thing,
In the pond, which holds me in green slime,
It does not mend,
It only destroys the energy and the willpower.
The panda-siren of police,
Will be calling out to me,
Racing to the scene.
A steady hand on my forehead,
To check for a pulse.
'It isn't the end,' they say,
'Think back to a time which saves you.'
'On that bank of time, you shall hold the chunky fist of a lover.'
At this, I sank onto the floor,
Felt for the soft, donkey heart-beat of love,
Searched for it amongst pious gravel.
I shall find it still...
wow, thankyou DL :)
so glad you are still around, missed visiting your site :(
you are always welcome here, and thanks for the piece.
wow. loved molly's turn. infact i almsot shed a tear. very moving. memories hey?
Hey, DL
If you ever see this....
pop along to
http://www.mwaaerk.demon.co.uk/Poems/Acrostic/Acute%20Returns.html
it was for you back in the 'unbearable' days, when I was {minion}...
It's got a pretty picture with it now :)
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