Becoming more experimental in my old age… This is a writing exercise, a sort of prose poem based on free association with certain words or concepts. Very rough, but it was fun to do. I’m linking it to the Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub – join us for drinks, fun, good humour and lots of great (and very varied) poetry.
Victims: too numerous to mention.
Wanted in several countries as symbol of boldness, greatness, goal-orientation. A menace to one’s enemies, totemic of clear-sightedness.
But, locking your gaze onto a distant target, what might you be missing in the quiet corners, the nooks of your eyes?
Sudden swoop of power, then a lifetime of solitude on some bald crag of unnamed rock. Pecking at unwanted liver of a chap who never understood just why he was being punished.
Give me the magpie any day. Distracted, thieving, but always on the lookout for ideas, objects, friends. A life of peripheral vision.