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These are the ~mostly~ incomplete short stories that take on this life
If I were to pick one piece to elaborate it would probably be the Castle’s Magical Juxtaposition. There’s so much more I want to say and so much revision I want to do. I feel like I can encompass almost every single piece I wrote into that one. A thin place between the great history and the moments now. I also really enjoyed the Welsh Double Cream, and feel like I can elaborate more about the struggles, both historic and current.
Completed May 25, 2019
Wales of your imagination
What is it but a place?
Showered by stereotypes & images of film
Like a photoshop preset painting the hills
A crisp wash over the cobblestones
A bright dreary cloud over the scene.
Now, you might be thinking Eddie Redmayne
But I am more talking about that Pride and Prejudice remake-with Kiera Knightly
A place where heroes go on quests
Over mountain ranges of linearly plastered cottages
But not those blank mountains of rock
No, no these are littered with green & decorated with stone.
High trails between castles & an accent
with such high viscosity it’s a mixture of southern & Irish deep
& you might be hearing sheep
But I’m listening to the opening notes of Hiccup by Verzache
[for those of you who don’t know *plays* THAT is what Wales sounds like]
THAT is what Wales is like.
Interacting with Wales: A Walk around Lampeter
Broken City Thanks
شكرا [Shukraan]
Thanks
شكرا [Shukraan]
Thank you
شكرا جدا [Shukraan jiddaan]
Thank you very much
Popcorn ceilings plaster halls of pavement quietly buzzing & linearly stacked with exits. How can we leave if we haven’t arrived? The bright sky is still host to dreary clouds approaching. The thick grass is still littered with sheep. The passengers of the path chase rubies while letting diamonds slip to the right. I have only just arrived at a high contrast sign, pointing me away(ushering me to the one way out.) Trying to hurry me out of the country side & back into a city I belong. But how different is each one from the next? Scaffolding, bus stops, and building rain drops. A center buzzing. Building, scaffolding, so much reconstructing. Is the city broken, or are we
اجاك يحليها عماها
(roughly translates to: he came to beautify it and ruined it)
Wales Awakens
Zoom in
I AM SO HAPPY!
Let me tell you what ma mamas here tellin me.
Thisis our kingdom now!
Although sh treats me like I was born yesterday,
In just a few short hours- I’m gonna be a whole 2 days old!
I showed up here after all the others.
Guys, gals, and non-binary pals all waiting for me.
It got quiet after my party and I just heard swish & swoosh of what ma mama says is hell on earth.
Right here! Right below us!
She said to never be too glutton with our kingdom, or we’ll see our way all through the goods of the giant. I nommed away before bed - & got a lill dusty -but I’m ready to do the same now. Ready to leave my mark, a big, bold, bullseye.
(rhyme lullaby)
I AM SO HAPPY!
I finally joined with no need for a nappy
Guys, gals & non-binary pals waiting for me
Rocking around, listening to the swish swoosh sound of the sea
Mama warns it’s hell on earth
I was taught not to be glutton since birth.
*What Made Wales*
The Castle's Magical Juxtaposition
The flaming shore decorated by stone
As leafy pigment paints the scene.
The Dragon’s tail wraps the path
A helical hug in its wings – with fingers on each step
Now mighty rocks fallen, Dragon’s work put to sleep
Vacant signs illuminate the crevasses for miniature friends to fill(creatures to feast)?
Dragons in chains now children on leashes
The battlefield for fire is a playground with swing sets
“Visitors are forbidden to climb on the walls”
When dragons scaled to build them.
(vs the playground) The Dragon now left alone:
A leather seat, damp from the morning dew,
With a puddle of woodchips soaked below.
The chains cling against the wind
Vacant signs eclipse the swing.
The last kid curves down a plastic cage
While a single tree now just out of range.
The Historic Life Then
Girls are bad luck – now girls aren't strong enough
The arsenal decorates their waste
With slates of cheese and bread filling their bags
While I’m primed and prepped to be proper
Posed in wrap dressed for prepping meals
They scale mountains from the inside
Like the sure way to slay dragons
Gutting their stomachs to fill our own.
While I’ve been told “the darkness will eat you little girl”
That the icy touch of ivory black rope
is a sure way to burn my skin
while I’m here sizzling under my bright ceiling wishing for wind
They come back with blue freckles
While I’m here with sunburn.
*The Struggles Still Within*
Welsh Double Cream
Was I half empty or twice as full?
Am I not sufficient or worthy enough?
Welsh. I am & I’m proud.
I know what I am
Smoothly dense and pearly white.
I was already the ugly duckling of my family
but they decided to insult me further
& ask for even more!
Pestering me until I pasturised.
Always so patronizing until I did it twice!
The curves of my hills blended with my Screams,
leaving my beginning, now I’m just called cream…
Claiming “we’re here to help…”
When the customer service is out of range
A dead zone in this plastic cage.
They slap on directions, all labeled and stored.
Refrigerate for another day, until you’re ready to be sold.
But once I welcome anyone inside – they use me & I’m dumped in 3 days’ time!
Helplessly scrambling to find new neighbors. Eggs, lentils, even rotten tomatoes.
We arrange for all to meet. To conquer the iron over morning heat.
Left alone, stood up on my date
What I thought was sweat, are just tears for my fate.