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Ad infinitum

.
                           I would like to invite
                          my dear WordPress friends
                     to join me me in a reachable place
                    where we could meet as whole people,
                     our bodies, intellects and souls
                        together in a green meadow
                           with fresh food to eat

                                there would
                            be no musical treat
                       no guitars, no lyrical singer
                        just we friends, in a field
                           sharing, singing our
                             own sweet melody
                               original and
                                  unique
 
                                    ~O~

                                     or 
     
      I could be over-polite
               and invite my friends
      to invite their friends and friends of friends
                        and friends off friends of friends
          unending
             
               each batch would be a little 
                                            different,
                like Chinese whispers
               their principles and beliefs 
            rippling
     rolling like 
   a broken string of love beads
   from the nucleus

        to increase the size of the field
                       I would need to flatten hedges
           killing small creatures concealed within
           murdering trees that allow us to breathe

         then the friends, friends of friends
                            and friends of friends of friends
  would come in their millions
 brandishig their news, 
            their views,
            their sense of fun,
            their blithe spirits and their shrunken souls
            their charity and greed
            their intuition, wisdom and ignorance
            their atheism, devil worship and all kinds of godliness
            their hearts black, white and all colours in between
and just as in life
we would need to listen hard
                              to hear the melody
    beneath the deafening cacophany
       of humankind as it screams out
            its differences

This post was inspired by a lovely comment from  Sestina

Thank you for the inspiration Sestina!

Also written for The Daily Post #Melody

©Jane Paterson Basil

 

GUILT

I walk along the wooden bridge, my shoes sharp on the boards, my legs efficiently striding, businesslike. Stepping outside my body, to check myself over, I see a purposeful woman with dark brown hair, cut in an expensive bob. The pencil skirt kicks out slightly at the back, adding a feminine air to the boxy jacket. I nod slightly, satisfied with the sheen of success. I am steel, under the guise of linen.

At the middle of the bridge, I stop and look down into the shallow, slow flowing water. It was not always so. We used to come here on drowsy summer days long ago, to swim and gossip and make plans for our future, so far away.

I listen: there is no echo of our laughter. The others are all dead now. No doubt they have more recent enemies to haunt.

I am the sole survivor. Nobody alive hates or despises me for my subversive treachery. There are no whispers to taint my flawless reputation.

I notice a small stone lying at my feet, and kick it into the water. It splashes, and I watch the ripples as they circle outwards. They reflect inside me, uncomfortable and unwanted, tickling my gut and climbing to my chest, my heart.

I feel accusing fingers. They point at me. Perhaps the ghosts have settled themselves here after all.

© Jane Paterson Basil