Wednesday, 19 October 2011

The Child Minder


Ask no questions
hear no lies
over the cliff as
the crow flies
that's how it all began
her piercing eyes
unnaturally bright
animated - wild almost
glinted
in the rear view mirror
Unwinding behind us
the long dusty road
spewed billowing clouds
of red dust in our wake
which seemed to merge
with her ginger tresses
Her thin red lips
slashed across her pale face
whiter still her knuckles
gripping the steering wheel
Familiar landmarks flashed by
I counted the windmills
1..2..3..
My stomach wobbled
I bit into my hand
children should be seen not heard
I'll snip off your tongue
and feed it to the birds
children should be seen not heard
4..5..6..
windmills
Cry Baby
dry your tears
nobody cares
nobody hears
Cry Baby
dry your eyes
no body lives
in the skies
Cry baby
save your prayers
nobody listens
 nobody cares
I counted the danger posts
1..2..3..
 red signs
flashed by
The cliff, the cliff
my throat hurt
she mustn't hear
me sobbing
she will be angry
I shut my eyes tight
then even tighter
until I found the white light
The strange silence
folded around me
I felt the wind on my face
I was floating 
light as a feather
Drifting into the eternal silence
until the voices awoke me
the questions
The endless questions
My answers unbelieved
The headlines 
unquestioned
unbelievable
'5 year old girl miraculously
escapes. unscathed, as car plunges
into Duivels Kloof'
The questions
that would shadow me
all my life
because no one believes
in angels
A miraculous escape
that's how it all began
                                                                          © Rose




12 comments:

  1. Intense build up...autobiographical?

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  2. Tug,
    Just words and images remember :D

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  3. The monotonous rhythm in your poem creates a kind of magical atmosphere; the repetitions, the numbers, the Imperatives, like a hammer trying to drive a long nail into a rock; such are memories sometimes.
    Your poem displays a fluid unity of time, space and action while on the road.
    She, you and what children are usually told, ordered and advised to do or not to do by adults.
    So many negative terms, no, no, no, un-, un-, un-, nobody, no one..., but a positive angel was there to save the little girl.
    A journey to death which ended in a miracle.
    "...and they can no longer die; for they are like the angels. They are God's children, since they are children of the resurrection."(Luke 20:36)

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  4. Absolutely magical! I, too, was carried in the arms of this rescuing Angel. One of your best ever poems :)

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  5. Dulcina,
    You have a very unique ability to disect poems and your comments are
    often spot on. Thank you much appreciated:)

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  6. Celest,
    It was quite a ride ? :)

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  7. Thank you Ygraine, you are so kind! Childhood is such a magical time isn't it. Thank God for angels :)

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  8. A wild ride of a poem. No one believes in miracles anymore, but amazing highly improbable coincidences, we don't doubt.

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  9. Daniel,
    Thank you for reading. Yes - that's what we have become - blind.

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