Monday, 16 November 2009


Reality woke and stretched his claws one night,
ice was melting under a tippling rain.
Long winter darkness rippled into light.

He stamped on a myth, spring-cleaned a brain,
talked to ideal policemen on the beat
but turned away unable to explain.

He dodged around billboards on dancing feet
until he heard an old misleading cry
whistle down the wind from an ancient street

echoing ‘I love you’ and (sigh) ‘goodbye’.
He dropped a fallacy from awesome height,
cracked an egg of honesty, let out joy,

announced that truth is beauty, love delight.
Reality woke and stretched his claws one night.


  1. Love the imagery and the feel of this poem!

  2. Just love this. The cadence, the imagery. The feelings.