His passage, labyrinthine.
Damaged vessels usher it slow.
Internal walls decorated,
minute layers
of bloody red calcium
in ever harder restrictions.
There was a time, when
chalk was dry.
White on black,
a teacher's instruction
vaguely distracting;
the world was outside
and limitless.
Time retreated, his maze
localised, meanders
in serpentine recoils,
winding new lessons
he's forced to accept.
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Labyrinth
Re: Labyrinth
Nicely done Colm. I'm a tad squeamish, but that's reality. I recognise the classroom experience...the chalk. And yes, experience outside the classroom can deflate ambitions.
Have a good Christmas.
Phil
Have a good Christmas.
Phil
Re: Labyrinth
You too Phil
See you in January's Fives.
See you in January's Fives.