Tag: Yellow brick road

Yellow Brick Road 02

 

A wall of molten stone.
Air becoming visible in the heat.
Liquified detritus drips silently,
onto the yellow brick road.

The wall is melting.

As you hold my hand,
We shield the children from the glare.
She is a basalt statue on top of the wall.
‘Thou shall not pass’

Her feet beginning to melt
While she clings desperately onto her mask of madness
Her place of hiding

Still holding that crutch.

Yet, she won’t move.
‘My place.’ A scream like a fury.
Though, I know, it’s futile.

I am home now. I am here to stay.
I am here to live. I am here to love.
That’s that. Sister. Oh sister.

 Don’t you know?

Your promises were never true.
Your bond deceit.
You are found.
Your hiding over.

So.
Run!

It’s over and done with.
The wall is still dripping silently.
Hot as the sun.
I am light.

You are.
Back to where you came from.

Yellow Brick Road 01

Nothing

All I see is a brick wall
Insurmountable
No hidden door

The wall is you
Not talking
Not sharing
But I see your love for me

I know not where the path goes
Yellow bricks would be brighter
The tin man’s heart is huge
Or was it the lion?

Straw sticks out my ears,
As I stare at the wall.
There isn’t even somewhere to turn to.
And I won’t go back.

So.
So, I stare at the wall, growing roots.
While home is within me.

When I look up my roots have wrought branches, thorns, and leaves.
A shower of rose pedals covers me.
Does this mean I have to wait another hundred years?
The red bricks shimmer through the greenery.

I move my feet, I have strong roots.
I have old roots. Very old.
How long have I been standing here?

I move my feet.
And everything comes tumbling down.

Eventually,
The dust settles
Yellow bricks are so much brighter.
Sun shines on the road.

You hold my hand.