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]

Watcha Arniiiiieee

Hey Grace ya getting into this stuff. HEE hee HAA haa ...YEEEEEEEEEEEHaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Yeah, well it’s yer charmin’ nature Arn. It’s infectious. (Hope I can’t catch it through me monitor! )

Yeah, me prayer beads looks sumthin like a machine gun belt of bullets, cept replace the bullets with full cans o' beer (Coopers).

Strewth mate, that must bow yer legs as yer stroll about down under then?

Bodacious, now that’s a great word Arn. Might use that sometime in a pome if yer don’t mind givin’ me a lend of it?

It’s a pleasure ter read yer Arn. I’m always seekin’ that higher plain of wisdom.

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.

Which, these ones Arnie?

Crikey, Are you becoming a rabble-rouser?

women use the darkest shade of lipstick...

Midnight Orchid I think.

men- the darkest shade of eyeshadow (Titian Blue is nice)

Titian Blue??? Titian Blue, Blue? I bin’ labourin’ under the misapprehension that he invented a RED! No wonder me sunsets always look like moons in me drawins.

and descend on all the parliament of the World-with one single word TRUTH TRUTH


Er, I count two words there John.

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.

Cor, I thought you was in New South Wales. Don’t let them hear you callin’ it a sorry state mate, or they’ll hunt yer down, like a mad dog – or Ned Kelly.

There would have been no 'Unpardoned' maybe the title could have been 'The Canonisation' of something similar.

Glad you weren’t then Arnie, or I wouldn’t be sat sittin’ here wearing me fingers to the bone on a keyboard, exchanging intellectual niceties and scintillatin' ideas with yer, would I?


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

Can't bear ter think of yer in a Slough o' Despond John!
So think nothin’ of it mate. I know yer’d do the same fer me.

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

Ditto, twice removed John. Anyway can't sit here enjoying meself any longer. Gotta get out in the garden - and sit in the sun!

Adios Amigo. Hi ho Silver ~ and away!!!! ( ) Ya have to use yer imagination John. There's no horsey emoticon lurking anywhere.