The cracks have grown large and great chunks fallen out,
so I’m eating to fill the holes in the plaster.
An icy cold wind whistles through sad and lonely
I keep eating – those holes they don’t fill any faster.
The stuff just keeps building up great piles inside there,
the holes in the walls remain gaping wide.
That might be a good thing, it may be that something
new will blow in from beyond the divide.
I can’t hide the inside when cracks are a-forming.
I think I can fill them but then, should I try?
The cracks will keep cracking to make a way inwards,
when the doors are all jammed and the walls, so high.
the walls will all crumble
and pile up as bricks
the chairs will all wobble
and turn into sticks
the wind will keep blowing
both fresh and with sting
and one day, yes one day
there will be a new thing…
This is part of my current creativity attack ….I’ve been playing around with this in the first stages of setting it to music and then I saw Juilee’s tree and I thought…hhmmm I think I’ll redbubble this piece of writing right now….something about Juilee’s tree made me do it…
New Thing may be another part of the yet-to-be gothic epic which started with The Room of Broken Chairs …I might add that The Room of Broken Chairs has made its way through Sibelius (music notating software) and then over a big piano, into some microphones and now exists as an mp3 on my computer …still needs some more arranging and tweaking….one lucky bubbler has had the honour of hearing this early version!