Army of Ink Dream Time

 

 

Army of Ink Salute .

It is these inky things that stand me up when I slip up back.  Show me forward into places I wouldn’t go all by myself.  Write the wrongs through poems and songs.  Create picture books of what I can’t tell.  Hold me in a silent vigil when I bump and stop.  Slow a world too big ad fast into moments precious and still.

It is these inky things that turn the deep end into a puddle I can jump over.  Fear into something I can see.  Anger into rock the boat defiance (like a wee rabbit thumping its foot).  Shift loneliness into along wrapped in a nice warm blanket.  Shrink pain to a hurt more my size.  Make difference and smallness fell like a snug old fit.  Every knock a trip to somewhere new.

And when night arrives … they snuggle beneath my pillow soft like a hidden treat.  Riding the rise and fall of a slumbering breath.  Catching sweet dreams and soft sounds that awaken a brand new day.

 

(Reposted from 2010.   See also,  ‘Peacemakers Plot’, ‘Once Upon A Dark Time‘.    All Army of Ink here. In Clunk & Jam book, 2019.  Original handwriting by Mags, with a chook feather from Ruth’s farm in Yallingup, Western Australia for handmade book, ‘Rock The Boat’, 2009.)

 

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