Rosie Vallack Mor

Limbo Days

by Rosie Vallack Mor

Saturday 14th June 2014 11:26 am

In all directions the way ahead is curtained

By fronds of doubt and uncertain mist.

Barefoot solo dancing this slow moist limbo,

the air humid with little movement in the warm waters,

a fetid mud of unknowing squeezing between my toes

as flies swarm knowing their prey in this lagoon

green with algae and forgotten dreams.

I need strength, don’t squander energy to shout, scream my pain,

rail at.......

.............What?

....... might be, could be, is fated and waiting for me

when these particular limbo days are done.

◄ Reaching for the Spaces in Between

Comments

Rosie Vallack Mor

Thu 19th Jun 2014 13:10

Thanks so much for taking the time to write. Yes, "the borderline area of hell" and the physical limbo, the movements become slow and silent in contrast to the usual life-affirming joy. I think I need to work on this......
Rosie

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 18th Jun 2014 12:41

I enjoyed this, the inherent thought and development of your theme. It's an interesting metaphor, building on a conception of 'limbo'. I'm having trouble following the 'dance' idea since I think 'limbo dancing' is a group activity of much muscular effort and noisy, vocal encouragement.

Or maybe your 'Limbo' is the 'borderline area of Hell' where undeserving souls suffer their eternal days because they have been relegated to Hell through no fault of their own, but still are denied Heaven.

But, perhaps, to be 'in limbo' is now such a casual expression it can be taken wherever the writer wants to go. But it still conflicts with current feisty, physical LIMBO DANCING.

Welcome aboard. I look forward to more of your work.

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