On The Bus! A Tree Is Driving! Well, It's A Magic One.

There is so much I could say here, but for once I'm not going to. My apologies, as blogging is not actually about reticence. Chris and Rachel are far better women than me, having lost so much, so recently.

Yet it's Enchanted Oak herself driving the magic Poetry Bus this week, which was engineered, fine-tuned and tubo-charged by the legend that is TFE. And it was Rachel who stepped in to hold the wheel, just in case.

But to the challenge. Our prompt was to pick one of two photographs. I went for the hands.
Ooh, sudden levity attack. The semi-colon queen is back; how do you people manage to write without it?

All the other riders can be found here;
http://chrisalba-enchantedoak.blogspot.com/2010/08/watch-out.html



Sellotape, Glue

Brother, I would strip the skin from this hand;
beside, it fits no longer. I would flay
this look-layer and the seen I would lay
down, husk-me, whilst muscle and sinew stand,
alone over bone. I would tear my heart
from my chest to reach the violin string
that tunes this orchestra body, singing
soft as I pull it, and myself, apart.
But it’s solely nerve to complete a maze
of pain; to know it hurts, it hurts, and moves
you so that things can be just right for me.
I wear black to mourn myself, as always;
for when I cannot mend, I die, which proves
once more that you’re the better man than me.