We are bound by ribbon, gently so, but I feel the tug when I wander too far and would be rid of it and your Kerouac nonsense. Hedonism blows great smoke rings but doesn’t pay bills. Everyone’s a forgotten genius, why are you special? We all had a dream crushed under cowskin boots at one time or other, so what? Dreams are plenty, all great things are borne of dreams. So chase a new one. Some heady mix of possible and improbable and metaphysical and unthinkable. Gritted teeth and too much realness disguised as theatre. Society laps up the illusion cause it’s so pretty. Don’t we love the psyche unravelling when it looks pretty? What about the bad, what about the ugly?
And then there are smells, oh, so many smells. Not always peachy girl-sweet Pear’s soap smells, but metallic blood smells, earthy animal smells, rotten fruit smells. What are you going to do about the smells, damn it? The traces left in history’s streets and Victorian by-gonism. The drunken louts, men’s territorial markings. Viennese streets wear it all. Sometimes everything looks the same backwards and forwards. The sumptuous and macabre residing as neighbours in the annals of time and spiral staircases. The photo-negatives of what was, what still is.
And now I’ve wandered too far again and the ribbon has pulled me back. I came from this place, went to that one, found myself other than sought to scrabble out again. Out into the light. The bleaching blinding light.
Give me a shard of glass to cut the cord, so delicate but so finely wrought. Give me a midday sun, a phoenix wing beating thing, burning clean my tea-coloured skin. Give me a newness of moon and long-forgotten ashes, crumbling in the wilding wind.
© N Nazir 2023
Written for Shay’s Word Garden, where Shay brings us inspiration with a word list from the works of poet and musician, Janis Ian. Words used: ribbon, Kerouac, smoke, genius, boots, mix, society, soap. The word list is still up for anyone who wishes to take part.
Written also for Poets and Storytellers United, where Magaly inspires us to write a piece based on a book we’re reading, or have read, or love. I always have my nose in any number of books at any one time, so am currently reading a combination of poetry, supernatural horror, mystical and arthouse, by the likes of Margaret Atwood, Ben Okri, Stephen King and Mohsin Hamid, all of whom I recommend.
Written also for The Sunday Muse, image as shown.
The dream crushed under cowskin boots really sings! I wrote about dreams too. Great minds. Just linked it before reading your cool piece…….Your closing stanza is absolutely killer. Just. So. Good.
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Thank you so much, Sherry! ❤ Really appreciate your kind words. I'll be round to read yours soon! 🙂
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❤️😘
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Love ending is fantastic. Also, “Hedonism blows great smoke rings” Well done!
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Thank you, Bob! Appreciate that! 🙂
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King, you say> i just blew the afternoon watching “Castle Rock” season 2 on Hulu, all about the backstory for Annie Wilkes of the novel Misery. Don’t be too hard on the disappointed genius. Eat the meat and spit out the bones; there are trains in every direction the wind blows.
–Shay
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Annie Wilkes is a fascinating character and Kathy Bates is great in the film. You know, I had no one in mind when I wrote this, it’s just stream of consciousness stuff. I was in the mood to be a little provocative and your word list sparked this write. I haven’t even read any Kerouac! It’s on my list 🙂
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Oh goodness, no Kerouac! In my 20s I read tons of his stuff. On The Road is his classic novel, and the first that I read, but i also really like Tristessa, which is a very short but memorable one. I’m not sure I would even like his writing if I came to it now, but it sure resonated for me then.
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I have his On the Road in my TBR pile.
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Sunra these lines are beautiful! The thoughts and questions stir the soul! So glad you joined in at both Shay’s Word Garden and the Muse!
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Thanks so much, Carrie! It’s been a while since I dropped by the Muse, I thought it was about time 🙂
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We are delighted you did my friend!
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What an absolutely stunning prose-poem! What fabulous use of language and imagination!
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Thank you so much, Rosemary! ❤ My imagination is off the leash today 🙂
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Gorgeous writing, Sunra ❤
~David
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Thank you, David! ❤
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Beautiful writing!
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Thank you, Rajani! 🙂
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Oh this is strong, like stumping your boot into a puddle strong. Carry on!
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Thanks so much, Manja! 🙂
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This caught that eeriness, that sense of suddenly the walls of the maze.
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Thank you, wyndolynne! I quite like that you found it eerie 🙂
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Very lush imagery here! Sometimes the smallest things hold us captive.
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Thank you, Kestril! 🙂
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Beautiful ending ❤
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Thank you, poetisatinta! 🙂
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Wow, Sunra. This is an amazing read. It feels wild and solemn and gracious all at once.
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Thank you, Worms! I love how you describe it 🙂
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There’s so much beauty and heavy imagery here to unpack. I love the way this makes me feel, as if I’ve been dropped into the swirling water of time and I’m sort of drowning. Very good writing.
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Fascinating how you experience it, Bridgette! Thank you for your kind words! 🙂
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Damfine prose, Sunra. You pulled me by the hand into the streets with you, through times.
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Thank you so much, Lisa! ❤
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You’re most welcome, a pleasure to read.
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Startling imagery in this writing, Sunra. From beginning to end
this was a powerful piece to read.
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Thank you so much ❤️
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the whole second stanza grabs me. wonderful, flowing-worded poem!
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Oh thank you!! Really appreciate it, Margaret! ❤️
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