September 2020 Collage Poem: Out of the Land
You need to play blue guitar at this interview Miss.
while sitting back to the sea
Put on your red shoes and dance to Nigel’s blue guitar
strangers humming the songs of tomorrow's vocals
Shadows of sinners dancing across the years
as Nigel's guitar gently weeps
the boom and the base of neighbours shouting from next door to turn the noise down
You won't believe what just happened
Hot of the press from Kaleidoscopic Keyworth; a misled Romeo listens to cinders crackle and snap
Nimble Nicola is ballet dancing down the aisle
pen and paper waiting for you to stimulating the page
Life beyond words, giving space to silence
Hire me I am the chosen one
when depression was too much to bear in crazed sentences
longing to be free
I was caught in the smoky pit dance of my father's eye.
The moon shields its face behind a mask tonight
a tool box unopened waiting for the creator
And the bells rang for freedom, yet no one was free
still the bells ring
in music, celebration and dancing.