Wooden Dolphin (standard:poetry, 193 words)
Author: Cyrano	Added: Jul 27 2007	Views/Reads: 3254/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A reverie of times gone by

Wooden Dolphin 

Laying on my bed, hearing kids shouting as far away as Malmesbury Close,
I lived in a secret world under an asbestos ceiling on Fore Street. At 
fifteen I'd heard every worn out idea about education's advantages, 
preferring the lessons learned from billboards, staring up at the 
Marlboro cowboy. I fell headlong into hallucinations, riding to school 
under a hollow sky. Monday I was Lancelot, Wednesday the Lone Ranger 
and Sunday King Arthur fighting a religious war against the Chippenham 
Road gang. 

The summer sun came down so long ago. 

I rode my dreams as far as any child could ride, coming home to find my
mother hanging out the washing, unaware I'd ridden off to war that day. 


To whom could I explain my magical sophistries? 

I was my own fabulous opera, suffering the brilliant argument of
madness, locked up by those who confessed love and sleeping in the 
whirlwinds of a child's misunderstandings, with nothing but tears for 
ink. 

Did no-one else have several other lives? 

In the end I was damned by the rainbow,  a wooden dolphin, muddied by
affection and beached by death on a winter shoreline. 


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