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Beyond the Garden #5

The jungle edge stirs,

in light from moon,

fireflies, stars.

The small, neat man

stands in his ordered porch,

for a breath of air, before retiring.

Or so he said to himself,

not knowing his blood was speaking

hidden words.

Leaves rustle, monkeys chatter,

the sky clouds over.

Something is stirring out there,

something is stirring in here,

in the dark his throat tightens.

 

The moon frees herself,

shines on his picture book garden

illuminates the silver, shockingly iridescent,

paralizingly naked figure

standing goddess-like

on his manicured lawn.

 

He breaks the trance.

He moves.

One step.

Two.

And she is a man,

godlike, Atlas, Hercules

Another step and he is again a woman,

a fourth and the man again shimmers into being.

“Impossible,” he whispers,

just two arms-lengths from the creature.

“Who are you?”

 

She he turns slowly to face him

and with every inch he she changes

she he she he she he she he.

“I am human,” he she says,

beginning to dance.

And as she he dances,

the jungle pours forth wild blood-stirring music.

The dance speeds, speeds, speeds

she he changes, changes, changes,

god, goddess, man, woman,

faster, faster, faster,

now a luminescent blur, the air hums,

and she he whispers

“join me”

 

“How can I, the dance is so fast!”

“This is slow, this is slow,

if only you could know.

you are a dancer too,

it's true,

I could dance with you”

 

How can a man turn down

such an invitation?

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Elaine Booth

Wed 9th Feb 2011 21:14

Still liking this series very much - each one adding to the last. Your imagination is able to make such wonderful, mythical tales from this setting. I am looking forward to the next one already! Enchanted or secret gardens surrounded by a dangerous wilderness is a very ancient theme. It contrasts heaven and hell, gods and mortals, rational and irrational, Eden and the Fall - so much for the audience to enjoy. I love the idea of the merging of the male and female principles - it is a version of god that I find very appealing - combining all in one without prejudice or stereotype.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 9th Feb 2011 11:50

This is superb, Dave. What an amazing 'race you are running'; and then, being inspired with insights, you are so motivated and capable of sharing your visions with friends. It is a privilege to read these poems.

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Laura Taylor

Tue 8th Feb 2011 13:13

One word - brilliant.

Love the gender transformations, and the god-like shimmering/iridescence. I think this series gets more interesting as it progresses.

I demand a story-telling session now, with a fire in the woods, and a full moon!! ;D




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winston plowes

Tue 8th Feb 2011 11:48

WOW dave, you must have some great dreams! This is a concept I have never come across, ever. this he/she transformation. I wonder if it is totaly original, Whatever. it's an intriguing thing. I am trying to imagine he/she now. Also I think you could call this entity he/she (With the slash) and then when it is changing without the punctuation. It would be clearer maybe, Win x

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Andy N

Tue 8th Feb 2011 08:11

Good to see a 5th one in this series, Dave - think you defo have a collection coming here if you choose so.

I enjoyed all of this piece on the whole, but my favourite line was 'Leaves rustle, monkeys chatter'.

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Isobel

Mon 7th Feb 2011 21:29

This has been a fascinating and curious set of poems Dave.
I have been put in mind of a man in a neat, little organised world, who suddenly has his world turned upside down - everything he believed in challenged.
I like the way that it is open to interpretation and left open ended.

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