Secret Place
A couple of weeks ago Deborah Parkin: asked me if I wanted to collaborate on a competition on the theme Secret Place. This competition is an initiative from WitheringMoon
I felt honoured Deborah asked me, because I am a great admirer of her work and her pure and mind-enhancing vision on childhood and life in general. As soon Deborah showed me the image she had in mind, the words started flowing. I want to thank Deborah for the pleasure of working together and for being such an inspiration. You will find our complete project here
Also, I want to thank Mawaho for proof reading and her valuable comments.
My head was a castle
with more than a thousand rooms.
One for cat,
one for goldfish
one for teddy bear.
I dreamt of wings and talked with fairies,
and filled my chambers with the incense
of defenceless innocence.
But, like vipers,
hiding in a fresh green field,
there were the others too.
Frosted shadows,
growling, grinning,
firing burning arrows of contempt,
for which no bear could be my shield.
When I got hurt
I went downstairs,
where, in the cellar,
light was never seen.
There, in a dungeon,
was my secret place, where
I locked away the weight of a burden
my little feet just could not bear.
Since then I saw the sun rise
fourteen thousand times, or more.
I bought new lamps,
I found new friends,
and, in the evening,
lit a fire.
But, when the wind starts howling,
and the moon projects a shadow play
of fingers piercing through the wall,
I notice something deep beneath.
Like stumbling feet,
a desperate voice
crying loud to be released?
My hands are tied,
I must endure.
Oh, long ago,
on a dark day,
when things got worse than ever,
I stashed my burden,
locked the door,
and, driven by my burning fear,
I threw away the key,
forever.
shanghaiwu
flyboy
have read this a few times….......quite incredible/ such a message for us all.
Elaine van Dyk
Wonderful writing, FlyBoy….........you are a truly multi-talented person.
Martin Derksema
@shanghaiwu: the human soul is a big building where one can hide a lot. When it is hidden so good you can’t find it back yourself, then you reach the point where you have to bring a lot of money to a shrink .. ha ha.
Martin Derksema
@ whirligig: thanks a lot. You are a great support to me.
Deborah Parkin
Hi Martin – just wanted to say publicly what a great poem this and how you have encapsulated childhood thoughts so beautifully – thank you so much you are an inspiration to me.
Martin Derksema
Thanks, Deborah. It was such a great creative adventure to work together on this.
Sorina Williams
This was so beautiful to read. I needed something like this today. Thanks!
Martin Derksema
Thanks a lot for your support, sorina.
marco britti
Enjoyed it very much as it does take you to places and a happy ending.Can`t really judge as I am not a regular poem reader but…I enjoyed reading it.Hey this could be a begining for me!!!
Thanks Martin!!!
Martin Derksema
My pleasure, Marco. I am very glad you enjoyed it.
madvlad
daringly expossing the under current of all our life,s, very moving to read this, we all have stories, that we hid, this is open and brave,well done, as all your efforts! at showing your self in art of color,or line!
Martin Derksema
Thanks Vlad, really appreciate your comment.
MaryO
Thanks for your courage and brave heart facing the dark and rising from it like a phoenix.
And thus bringing wonderful beautiful stories into this world.
Martin Derksema
Thanks for your beautiful words, MaryO. Yeah, well, you know me like no other.
concha
this is lovely flyboy
Martin Derksema
Thanks conga.
loramae
Intense!...moving my heart…
Martin Derksema
Thanks Loramae, for your generous comment.
Jeff Burns
Wow this is amazing writing. I absolutely love this. I didn’t even notice your writing I was looking at your artwork. LOL
Great work! Double threat
Martin Derksema
Thanks Jeff for your support.
maka1967
immensely inspiring work. i always felt there were strangers in my head, and I threw away the key once and again. thanks for sharing.
Joyce Dickens,...
Wow this is awesome; I guess I missed this side of you :-) So intense and yet so familiar at the same time; extremely well written.
helene ruiz
wow!!!!
N♥RIN ISM♥IL
I LOVE IT…. VERY CLEVER, AND YOUR WORDS ARE WELL KEPT..WELL DONE
Mark Jones
Very good piece of work. I could almost be there as I read it.
BLYTHART
This is really good writing and I am pleased it has been published in Deborah Parkin’s book too.
Paul Vanzella
in awe of the way you write – just sensational!
madvlad
a trail , too many innocent children have traveled, i too have been there, but what made it bearable- was others told me of thier hidden places too-childen.being cared for by children ungrown them selfs and angry at them selfs and thier own little world, unhealed, i remember at 7?climbing up on a chair, putting a belt arounf my neck,hocking it ona coat hanger and jumping-thank fully, the coat hanger only had three legs,and fell over making a crash,my mother came into the roomand said-what are you doing!!!, i pretended nothing! and was saved for another day of humiliations and excape into my mind- matin- this is-us- you wrote about me and too too many others good for you! it a gem of sadness and truths thanks!