Biding time

[cidermaid]

My appreciation and thanks to those who have left comments and helped me on my way with the editing of this.

Tec you are gold. Have a great holiday and may the effervescing flow of creativity fill you to overflowing.
"More Tatty darling"...or perhaps a Bolly frenzy is the order of the day. Alternatively if you are in a contemplative mood you could share a quiet confidence with Roger. Failing all of this, at least have a Guinness or two. (Do they sell guinness in Spain?...of course they do it is universal, silly me. I have these irrational fears at times)
All the best AJ.

[Brownlie]

2nd Edit.

Biding time

Sellotaped into your shape;
your sticky life masking rape
of every breath and hope.
You suffocate me with layered opinions,
rye bread sandwiches of laminated stiffness.

In less harsh climes an unformed mind can climb and reach
the rarefied summits of free-formed thought;
but your rigid designs,
with inbuilt anti-organic inhibitors,
seal and lock out
any breath of originality - not invented on this roll.

I am that air bubble that will not burst.
I am the crease beneath your nail that will not slide out.
Try as you might to eradicate me – I’ll just smile and wait
for a warm wind to expand my territory and for your viscid,
clingy covering to grow brittle with age.

Then I will crack your shiny surface,
into which air and water and bread crumbs
will creep and undermine your synthetic sheets
with viral non-conforming thoughts.
And you will be soft like grape must beneath my feet.




1st edit

Biding time.

Sellotaped into your shape; your sticky, life
masking rape of every breath and hope.
You suffocate me with layered opinions,
rye bread sandwiches of laminated stiffness.
In less harsh climes an unformed mind can climb
and reach the rarefied summits of free-formed thought,
but your pre-formed designs, with inbuilt anti-organic
growth inhibitors, seal and lock out any unbidden
breath of originality not invented on this roll.

I am that air bubble that will not burst.
I am the crease beneath your nail that will not slide out.
Try as you might to eradicate me – I’ll just smile and wait
for a warm wind to expand my territory and for your sticky,
clingy form to grow brittle with age.
Then I will crack your shiny surface, into which air and water
and bread crumbs will creep and undermine your synthetic sheets
with viral non-conforming thoughts.
And you will be soft like grape must beneath my feet.


Original post.
Biding time.

Sellotaped into your shape; your sticky, life
masking rape of every breath and hope.
You suffocate me with layered opinions,
rye bread sandwiches of laminated stiffness.
In less harsh climes an unformed mind can climb
and reach the rarefied summits of free-formed thought,
but your pre-formed designs, with inbuilt anti-organic
growth inhibitors, seal and lock out any unbidden
breath of originality not invented on this roll.

I am that air bubble that will not burst.
I am the crease beneath your nail that will not slide out.
Try as you might to eradicate me – I’ll just smile and wait
for a warm wind to expand my territory and for your sticky,
clingy form to grow brittle with age.
Then I will crack your shiny surface, into which air and water
and nutrients will creep and undermine your synthetic sheets
with viral non-conforming thoughts.
And you will be soft like putty beneath my feet.

Can't give you a line by line now but I would suggest providing a title that tells the reader who the narrator is and who is being addressed.