Shrouded in a cloud, lost in a vapor sweated fog,
She roams the night that has become her life.
Shadowed, tattered remnants of a long ago time
When life was light and living sublime
And smiling came too easily
To a young girl who never ventured far from her plastic peace.
The world spins round, and comes again
To a tortured place where time begins
To swell and pierce and desecrate
The spirit’s most cherished space.
She stumbles through her tortured mind
She shifts through unclear, unholy memories
The tattered grist of stale and jagged thoughts,
Of hopes gone dormant beneath the sea
Of rotting delusions.
And once in every little while she catches a glimpse of light
Teasing through the smoke stained curtains of the night;
She reaches slowly toward the dancing beam,
Then recoils in fear and shame and guilt.
And so it goes, wretched years
Of a world of blindness drowned in tears
That have bleached the bones of her empty soul
Beyond all recognition.
And suddenly, with a fierce unbridled lunge
She bolts and rips the veil away;
Eyes squinting at first, to shield her from the morning sun,
And slowly, eyes open, hesitantly welcoming the warmth;
Arms cautiously reach out to embrace
The glistening majesty of the day.
She walks through fields and hills of light,
Now skips, now runs, now laughing bright;
And oftentimes she hears the faint and mellow wisp
Of her spirit’s sentinel singing the Song From the Mist.
© Kit Duncan, 2010
Song From The Mist
a collaboration between Rico Moore (keyboards) and
Kit Duncan (Piper Tweaked Whisperin' Whistle, key of C)
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can i help with the cover art?
Numinous.
Rated.
Robin - You think? I wonder sometimes.
Cranky - I appreciate your comment very much. And congrats again on a richly deserved EP!
lemon - Thanks! The music part was written several months ago. The poem is autobiographical, but I wasn't moved to write it until this morning after I had watched a movie about Frances Farmer (the one where Lee Grant plays the mama) - it was so haunting and disturbing, and finally, triumphant.
dianaani. CD? I wouldn't know where to start. But I got a book I've been wanting to be illustrated!
Zul - Thank you so much for that!
There you go with that incredible thing you do. The ladies in the office are all enjoying the music with me.
These are the times I wish I was being told to go get my "mat" and rest for nap time while the teacher shuts the lights off and this music begins.
Maybe that's what the world needs. Nap time. You have to lay there in silence just looking into your coworkers eyes... trying not to laugh because you know you are supposed to be sleeping.... with the taste of little butter cookies still lingering on your tongue from "snack time."
gosh this is incredibly soothing.
You're right about nap time, though! I think the world would be a much more lovely place if we all took a nice nap in the middle of our day.
Glad your coworkers are enjoying my little rhapsody! It tickles me more than you know, Amanda!
Lezlie
This is deep, and disturbing and full of beautiful imagery.
L - WOW!!!! Seriously????
vanessa - Spooky, isn't it? (I mean, your first observation, not the part about poem). Actually, you sound a little like my freshman high school teacher the first time I turned in a book report. Because I was a class clown, she had alot of difficulty believing that I wrote that book report on Born Free. ALOT of trouble!!!
I DID write that book report on Born Free.
Thanks, vanessa, for coming by. I am always so honored to have you read my stuff!
happy. Thank you for noticing - truly, truly!
You truly are a magnificent writer.
(At the post office today I came across MY BEST STUDENT EVER. I was the happiest person today. She is studying what she was going to study and I feel so darned happy. We exchanged email addresses and she wrote and told me how I got her hooked into reading and how I was her favorite teacher. It can't get better than that, even if she's the only person ever I get hooked into reading.)
Your experience with your BEST student ever today - what a BLESSING! Thanks for taking time to come back by and sharing this with us.
And one last little thought.... Yes. You pegged me right - I WAS a rather difficult student. But in a good way.
Poor ol' Miss Cox, my 7th grade social studies teacher. She'd get so exasperated with me and Connie, and she'd send us to different corners - several times a week.
One day I glanced back over my shoulder as I was headed to my favorite corner (where I spent more time that year than at my desk), and bless her heart, Miss Cox had turned her back to the class and her little shoulders were just shimmering with laughter. She finally had to excuse herself.
I got an A in her class.
Owl - a calming shadow - I love that description!!!! Thanks. I believe I'll have another listen, too!