30 Days of Poetry: Day 30: THEN
Day
30: Then
This is my last word. My last poem, at the end of this 30 days of pushing something out. Around about the middle it felt like I would never keep finding inspiration. I felt that I would find some words that were absolute duds. Or that my brain would just become blank. But, surprisingly, with a little faith in myself and what kind of creative power I have, it's all there. All I need. And I can ask for it, anytime.
So, taken from Argyll Folk Tales by Bob Pegg, from page 45 about the hero Finn McCool, I bring you such a small everyday word that really stitches together all of our lives. And all of our stories.
And then...
This
word bookmarks the Past;
slides
an old envelope between the pages of your history,
that
much read book with dog-eared pages.
It
can be a flash of sweetness on your tongue
as
you recall a ray of sunshine from your childhood.
It
can be a closed door
on
a memory of pain
a
promise of Never Again
It
becomes a transition
It
moves the story along
The
child, eager to tell their story, uses it as the road forward,
footsteps
to fill,
as
they find their way along storytelling's twisting path
“and
then this happened, and THEN this next thing happened...”
From
it's rather mundane shape
anything
can emerge:
disasters
and dragons
unexpected
love
death
and birth
a
universe unfolding
So,
we began with Once
and
moved into a journey
whether
accepted or not,
calling
out to us,
and
have found ourselves in troubled lands
with
a few precious possessions wrapped in a fraying hankerchief
and
Then
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