Slaves without Masters

 

A thistle in his palm distracts his mind from real harm,

white knuckles on the rail dilute his terror into calm.

The quiet of the stairway and his mothers doorway shut,

the ticking of the Bornholm and a sinking in his gut.

 

These things all distant memories yet living tears now flow,

in haunted rooms un-reveries that no-one else should know.

While the authors of his secrets are safely in the grave,

his shackles bind him ceaseless, he remains his masters slave.  

 

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 17th Jun 2018 08:40

Many thanks SS.

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suki spangles

Sun 17th Jun 2018 04:13

Hi there David,

Another very effective reading. Powerful stuff. Yes, I'm sure many can relate to this one way or another..

Keep well. Cheers,

Suki

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 16th Jun 2018 08:13

Thanks for the like Pat, much appreciated.

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Brian Maryon

Fri 15th Jun 2018 23:44

Okay, thank you David

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 15th Jun 2018 23:39

Brian, that is quite some question to ask in the circumstances of this particular piece and subject. But no it doesn't relate to a specific incident or memory (which could really only be written factually if it was personal)

I cannot object to answering the question as I laid the explanation out for all to see.

To clarify, this is not personal. I think that is all I can say really which seems more than enough.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Umc9ezAyJv0

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Brian Maryon

Fri 15th Jun 2018 23:26

Thanks David - So it is not about a specific incident, but is more a collage of actual or potential events?

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 15th Jun 2018 23:13

Thanks Hannah.

Brian ahhh, to explain or not that is the question?

I think, or at least I feel someone who might have experienced such feelings described would recognise them in the text. The truth is I don't know for sure, so I just have to hope that someone might relate to it.

I was aware when writing this that it could either be starkly apparent or a complete mystery, dependent upon the reader.

The first verse is a memory of trauma (choose your own torture) the first two lines alluding to possible instinctive distraction techniques employed during a traumatic event.

The third and forth lines being vivid memories of environmental circumstances at the specific time of experiencing a traumatic event, such memories may become influencing triggers in later life causing a reliving of the trauma (commonly a symptom of PTSD)

The second verse relates how distant memories live on as apparent real/current events in the minds of victims/recipients of trauma.

The title specifically relates to how such events though long past, and in some cases where the human perpetrators of them though they be dead themselves, still have power over the victims through the traumatic memory burned in their psyche.

Thus making them slaves even though their masters be dead or no longer present.

Slaves without Masters.

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 15th Jun 2018 22:36

Thanks Hazel,

I do deliberate over my verbal delivery, I don't feel I have much range but that probably suits this piece in particular.

It does sometimes surprise me that considering this is primarily a spoken word site how so few people submit audio tracks.

David.

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Brian Maryon

Fri 15th Jun 2018 22:24

Hi David - I've read this a few times but am struggling to work out the story behind it. Would you enlighten me please?

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Hannah Collins

Fri 15th Jun 2018 21:34

Bound to the past and the memories.
The poetry holds the secret.

Hannah

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Hazel ettridge

Fri 15th Jun 2018 14:19

The defeat in your voice brings these words to life. Love the lines about authors of his secrets being safely in the grave yet he remains shackled.

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 15th Jun 2018 13:35

Thanks for the flowers Brian and Rachel.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZt7J0iaUD0

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