The Contributor:
This week’s #writeme30 photo supplied by Matthew Church. I met the lovely Matthew through my involvement with JUTE Theatre Company’s Enter Stage Write (2012 and 2013). Matthew and I were both playwrights in the program, with Matthew being our youngest playwright (still at school at the time). He’s now a uni kid doing all sorts of awesome. He’s supplied a rather lovely photo that I really haven’t done justice to with my response. I think there’s a song somewhere in my response but I couldn’t quite reach it, so it’s a lot of words tipped onto a page for now.
The Photo:
The Response:
You are the seamless sides of me
Painted in liquid leaps of colour
Splashed in rain drops
To kill with
Live with
Bleed into and out of and bent within
In night time dreams
Softly sucked
Gently rocked
And blended
Two into one
Many dreams into singular traps
Opening maws beneath peep toe shoes
Feet painted a glorious yellow to let the light in.
Spilt
Spilled. Streaming out. Threads of hair woven into your sheets.
Left bare. Left bare. And given there. To you. To me.
I’ll see you there. I’ll see you there.
Are you even listening to me? Is anyone? Stringing these sentences into more nonsense in your mouth. Reaching out. Fanning out.
Boxes blaring. TV shows never caring.
Your hands in mine. His eyes in his face. Your eyes on my back. Spilling. These secret sorrows. The ones we have no words for. Only a yearning too big to breath through.
You and I. wrapped together in these silences. These soft smile moments. We’ve broken them. And built them. And woven them together. Into this one life we have to live. Together. Apart. Together again.
What saves you? Saves me. Makes me? This precious time. Used well. Used to overfill hours we can never have back. Who are you. Have you been. Will be again.
I am my own silence. The frozen moment. The moment I stopped myself. The moment I said nothing. Did nothing. Was nothing. And then smiled. Bowed my head to a world too big for me.
No more. Ever. Then. I’m breathed into a new silence.
A wordsea to rock you to sleep. When my arms are empty. Emptied by words unspoken, unseen, unknown.
We will weep together you and I. Quietly. In between newspaper sheets and multiplying tabs. Sprung open with the force of their fear.
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