Written on the back of a grocery list in the kitchen on a very snowy winter's day.
“Where were you, when the world ended,
and everything was suspended,
and the angels came?
Did they call your name?”
He held my hand and smiled,
like a child who has seen
the other side of magic.
Nothing tragic in this sharing,
his bearing was that of a man
transformed.
His grip was firm; an old man’s hand,
grained by life and turned on the wheel,
as we turned on the wheel
in spinning snow; his eyes the axis and centre
to a world I could not enter. His eyes
surprised me into surrender and I stood
and looked beyond what was safe to see.
Him and me spinning time
down.
down… the softest feathers, the lightest snow.
down… the spiral sane men fear and madmen know.
Snow, like angel wings, enfolded us
in silence. I held his hand, he held my gaze
and I, amazed at my own composure,
unsure how to leave yet knowing I could not stay,
longing to stay... I walked away.
Wow! This is stunning, Michelle. It reads like a symphony. It has marvelous images and rich implications: "like a child who has seen/the other side of magic." Your placement of the two-line stanza delivers such a sensation of floating; and what a phrase!: "...the spiral sane men fear and madmen know." Beautiful writing* ~~ Diana
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