Unpardoned Options

[Arnfinn]

Unpardoned

He sways beside me, tattered brown fingers clawing, slapping and shaking—
a cruciform figure in dark shadows.
He stops… sighs… then turns— hooked thorns suckle strained sinews.
‘ Here accept the sword of absit omen, you must venture on—
go slay your demons.’

A standstill.
Tall gray torsos, stout roots underneath.
Old growth, defused light, black nefarious impediments.
The girth of lost days.
Each sword stoke— a hollow ring…no echo…no echoes.
Enough—we must return to the sunlight.





John Macleod copyright Ó 18th March 2006

[Cybele]

Me again Arn!

Don't pussyfoot around (sorry Lil) Spill ya guts out,

Yeah, sorry Lil, I don’t think he wants you ter spill yer guts out.

dont disguise me old conscience, put the bugger in me poem

Quite right Arniiiiiie. If yer feel like gettin’ it all off yer chest, spillin’ the beans about all yer wicked ways (er youthful misdemeanours.)

Bring everything and I mean everything into the open.

Now don’t go overboard there cobber!!

Me not-so-old pommie belle ya got ta belch out the boeotian.

Not so old pommie belle? Strewth what a silver tongued devil yer are Arn. Thought that was a compliment till I had to google boeotioan and learned it was an ANCIENT Greek civilization. Now I think yer 'avin' a bar of me, Arniiiiie.

Nah, I'm not acrying into me Fosters, but this does happen...I get these recriminations, I wish I had done things so much better. Ya Know what I mean Grace, ya doo things when ya young that ya never can undo. A sorta outing of the badness.

Oh I know what yer mean Arn. It was me recriminations that stopped me signing up for the convent.

He that lives by thunder
has committed a blunder
He that life's a rainbow He that lives a rainbow Arn?
Is canonized in apropos.

Rainbow, apropos ~ very natty rhymin' there cobber.

The moral to me poem is: as ya travel the highways and byways of life, don't be bad or ya end up in strife.

Nice little homily. That your family crest there Arn?

Here's mine


He that repents his evils deeds,
by later countin' his prayer beads
will be forgiven,~ or more precise,
will earn a place in Paradise

By the way ya made a lot of sensible changes and I'm going to use some in my revision

Aw shucks Arn. I'm trooly honoured to be of help.

[Arnfinn]

Me again Arn!
Yeah, sorry Lil, I don’t think he wants you ter spill yer guts out.



Quite right Arniiiiiie. If yer feel like gettin’ it all off yer chest, spillin’ the beans about all yer wicked ways (er youthful misdemeanours.)



Now don’t go overboard there cobber!!
Not so old pommie belle? Strewth what a silver tongued devil yer are Arn. Thought that was a compliment till I had to google boeotioan and learned it was an ANCIENT Greek civilization. Now I think yer 'avin' a bar of me, Arniiiiie.

Oh I know what yer mean Arn. It was me recriminations that stopped me signing up for the convent.



Nice little homily. That your family crest there Arn?

Here's mine
He that repents his evils deeds,
by later countin' his prayer beads
will be forgiven,~ or more precise,
will earn a place in Paradise



Aw shucks Arn. I'm trooly honoured to be of help.

Hey Grace ya getting into this stuff. HEE hee HAA haa ...YEEEEEEEEEEEHaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Ya pretty witty Le pommie belle I externalise the advice. Hey your poems better than mine. Yeah, me prayer beads looks sumthin like a machine gun belt of bullets, cept replace the bullets with full cans o' beer (Coopers).

Nah, the 'boeotian' has a bodacious, meaning of belching out the dull stuff I better not go any further into this or I'll be writing anotheree of poem called the 'Boeotian Unpardoned'.

Anyway, Grace I'm really elated that you can find an understanding in the concept of outpourings.
We must find the truth...No dare say I- truth must be the epitome of truthfulness, we must bombard the parliaments of all the countries in the Universe...Hold up those placards...women use the darkest shade of lipstick... men- the darkest shade of eyeshadow (Titian Blue is nice) and descend on all the parliament of the World-with one single word TRUTH TRUTH if I had done this in my tender years, when I was a three letter word 'Arn' I wouldn't be in the sorry state I am today. There would have been no 'Unpardoned' maybe the title could have been 'The Canonisation' of something similar.

Once again dear friend I appreciate the support and help you have given me amongst these times of perpetual despondence.

Your a gooden Grace, I don't know what I'd do without ya friendship.

YPFDU,

jOHN