Image © Francis Bede 2019
| by Francis Bede | October 17, 2019 |
A poverty of toys enriches the imagination
Of a young child on Camden Street
Her Promethean eye that grows
Into stories, into character’s heartbeats;
She sees the realms of angelic demons
She sees the clans of the Seraphim
She acts out ancient Peloponnese wars;
In chalk upon a footpath, she bonds epistles
She writes of Cleopatra’s love for herself
She draws the patterns of wind fled sands
And sees cool light in the Hazards of Hell
She sees her absent father walk behind
With a featureless toy from a $2 shop
To strip imagination from her mind.
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Francis Bede writes in Tasmania, Australia. Terror House Magazine, Mojave Heart, Tinge, and StepAway magazine have published his work.