Kylie Blundell

 

 

Wanton Warning

 

 

AUDIO

 

 

When I woke this morning the world was white

In spite, in spite of the cold black night

The mists had crept and the sun was the moon

County Clare was gone

strange faces smiling

like falling feet flying

but the smokers were grumpy to endure the bite

despite a pipe to warm the hands and face

no finer way to spend a day

In the park of retired carousels

fat black birds with bright orange beaks

ladies with lip liner and fluffy hats

and we could no longer see the sea

 

When I woke this morning

the coldness crawling slowly slowly

and toes like crunchy, tighter, closer

The cat had burrowed deeper in behind my knees

and peaceful pit pat pathways to the stadium of quiet

saw cautious caring criss crossing

when hurrying was wanted

The air was filled with smells unseen

of orange licking dancing

affection was in fashion again

and we could no longer see the sea

 

When I woke this morning the world was white

naked fingers multiplied tap tapping to take flight

a skeleton portrait garden grooming

Robin Red Breast I must confess

that in my need for loneliness

I let them in, the wandering widows

and fed upon their woeful worries and windy wallowing weeping

I forgot the sun and came undone

and we could no longer see the sea

 

When I woke this morning

the day had turned to night to day

and pushed away tick-tocking hands

that sought to soothe in passing by

with picture painted memories thick

and laden with some truth

the world outside that stayed outside

where blind-men could endure

the orchestra had come to town

and we could no longer see the sea

 

When I woke this morning the world was white

and bloodied and purple despite winning the fight

rolled over and tightened

and twisting and frightened

eyes lingered with a longing

a wish to undo

and we could no longer see the sea

 

When I woke this morning

when you were wanting to be gone

when why and when no longer cared

when weaving webs could no longer keep

and we could no longer see the sea

 

When I woke this morning the world was white

In spite, in spite of the cold dark night

and we could no longer see the sea.