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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 17, 2008 1:50:13 GMT -5
'and a crack on the ceiling had the habit of sometimes looking like a rabbit' - from Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmans
MADELINE
The familiar marble beneath me Polished, grey and rich Streaked with pulsating veins Seems to bring to this rock A type of blood flow Giving it a life all its own...
For within those gleaming Tiles of animation Emerge the faces Of past, present, future When I stare at the floor Under bare polished toes
I see a face frightened Glancing askew,... female And running from unseen phantoms Look there next! A unicorn Yes, certainly so! Mount up and flee to those hills Beyond and be rescued...
But next Lo, I see Some wonderful smiling! A child pure and happy Hair tousled with the freedom Of unseen celestial breezes Content and beyond Radiant with bliss...
And yet look, its the Master! With tender eyes searching The depths of this soul For white hair and full beard Do tell of His presence Delighting in my imaginings Of what messages may be...
For here in this slab Are reflections of me...
© IRIS WOYTOWICH
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