Poetry Round Robin

[Bronte]

I was never thirteen. There was a year
the cosmos folded; now I'm older I can see
that the warp of tongue and tree
made a knot of normalcy
and unraveled. I have lived
the years that matter, but the
scattered light and logic
took a foot and then another
from the soil and stage to smother
days that shattered into months
meant for someone else: the scene
was cut. I breathed and bowed,
but I was never thirteen.

now thats a bloody keeper and I can see it expaned into other ages.. see what you can do with three, twenty three and as many threes as you can count up to.. it will be killer or twos, or nines!! just let rip

back to painting. I'm acheing