Heavy - by GeeeO at deviantart
Kerry, at Real Toads, has offered us a marvellous assortment of
pictures as prompts this wacky Wednesday. The genre is called Magic Realism and, apparently, I love it. Who knew?
These are the words that "just came" when I looked at this photo. As usual, the message in these channeled poems makes me realize I know more than I seem to know, or choose to listen to. Do click on over to Toads and read the other brilliant reponses to the prompts. You will be so glad that you did.
The elephant I carry
keeps trying to slip off
my shoulders and take flight.
He is tired of curling up
around my neck.
He wants to see the world.
I ply him with teacakes
and blackberry jam.
That placates him
till the last crumb
has been swallowed.
But then off he goes again,
trying to soar,
and I have to reel him
back in.
Why is it,
when we both long to be free,
that we just dont seem able
to sever the tie?
