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Monday, July 11, 2011
Pandemonium
Chaos, danger, and turmoil:
a broken ship, the encroaching water, dark skies,
oars and masts, downed sails, a serpent, flailing limbs,
a dog-like figure howling, many faces turned away or
blank, worrisome, genderless. And then the curious
figure in the middle, lighter colored garb
clinging to a muscular, twisting body:
cradling a ball, no face to be seen.
What is happening?
Shipwreck, game, dance, fight, drowning,
emerging, Olympics, family reunion?
Uncertainty, fluidity, disarray, and fear reign.
(Posted for Magpie Tales, Mag 73, 7/11/11)
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You have posed a great question ... nicely written!
ReplyDeleteI like to think family reunion. giggle
ReplyDeletePandemonium - a perfect title and response!
ReplyDeleteAll of the above! Well written
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