Thursday, 17 August 2017

I'm drawing a blank,

February 4
I'm drawing a blank,
So can you paint me a picture?
Maybe hum a few bars,
Help me carry this tune
Back up the mountain.
Down here in the valley
It gets dark fast.
We're safer over the ridge,
Up past the treeline,
Where the blackberries grow.
But maybe the time
Is past for safety.
Maybe it's time to be
Bold like our grandmothers
Were when they crossed the Ocean.
We could probably
Build a raft.
These trees look
Sturdy enough. And
They won't mind.
But what happens
If we're wrong?
If the ocean forgets
Its shores, and we
Drift into eternity?
Well, at least we'll
Face it together.
With brushes in hand,
We will find the Dragon,
And say sorry.

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