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No. 3202

Between the Shadow Lines. By CpSingleton © 2016
How fleeting a moment is.

From smiling sun where clouds once concealed,

It’s golden rays lifting mouth’s corners.

Then swiftly, absurd in motive,

Back to heavy legs,

Like every ounce of fluid is drained through aching toes.

Microbes that dance, invisible, wherever 

Air directs their ballet,

Collect until boulders fit for burial chambers 

Loom above the heavy mind.

There they slowly they press 

On fragile crowns,

Bending knees and rounding shoulders.

Bubbling intestines, delicate to anxious feelings,

Twist and coil in fiery groans,

As if a giant’s spaghetti fork has been 

Inserted through the navel;

It’s vile intent to slowly torment.

The throat replies to the cruel pull by closing,

Capping breathing; 

Instilling fear.

Hands rake delicate skin 

To bloody pulp;

Pull hair till neck 

Creaks and splinters and

A voice wobbles in the ears:

“It’s alright. It’s all alright.”

But it’s not alright,

Is it?

Silhouettes of the grotesque

Dance around wide eyes,

Knowing who you are and

Laugh at the shrivelled prune

Who is too weak to wander.


Sanctuary needs to be found!

Artificial crutches must

Be placed in armpits.

Please lord Jesus, tree, devil,

Moon goddess, Zeus, 


Help me now!

Will it ever stop?!

Will this whitewater ride

Deliver you to gentle waters?

You are tied into the canoe now!

But wait:

At some indeterminate time

A gentle breeze will appear to

Calmly inform you to

Relax the monkey mind,

Look between the shadows on the wall 

To the rectangles the evening calm projects,

Allow your speeding thoughts to slow,

Along with heavy breath and

Realise that it, like darker days, are

Merely moments in a bigger movie.

Like searing pain of a stubbed toe, 

Or a dicky tum,

The sensation will pass,

Leaving giggles and a lighter frame to

Walk where zombie Johnson once trailed his feet.

The next moment may just 

Be a bright new sun.


About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


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