Palinode to “Dreaming High”
Prelude: Dreaming High
Mum, said I, can I fly, with the birds in the sky?
Yes, you can, before sleep, flap your thoughts, take a leap...
Dreamt of wings, woke in bed, feathers dense, guilt in lead.
Mum, said I, when birds die, do they fall from the sky?
Palinode: Reality Hits
Mum, said I, as I began to ask her “why...?”
See stopped me and said, “Son,
Here’s your head start,
You best get on and depart,
Because I’m busy,
Doing paperwork and stuff,
And this ******* computer is playing up,
You’re about to learn some new words,
I don’t have time to answer banal questions,
Or put lines into trivial rhyme,
You got one out of me,
I’ll give you two, but not three,
Go and ask your Dad,
Out, out, out!
Shut the door.”
I muttered beneath my breath;
“Fine... but, I’ll make one more.”
My take on a Palinode, a poem in which the poet retracts a view or sentiment expressed in a former poem, for the prompt by dVerse.
In Reality Hits, I imagined an alternate outcome to a mother – child interaction.
Like the mother “character”, I’ve had a busy day today; and in attempting to fit a poem (or two) in, my inspiration will undoubtedly come through in the words. Thanks for reading.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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