A brave new world
The village had been built jigsaw pretty,
cottages were white washed and thatched,
they lined the lazy lanes and quiet roads,
centered by a pagan cross
daubed with yellow roses
and vibrant climbers.
I caught the cold air, the last
to leave the pub, it bolted shut
behind me. The light didn't bleed
onto the night, stars crowded
like snow flakes over my hands
between my fingers, wrapped
all around me, only me.
Such stumbling quiet can only be heard
by the drunk, I was inside its vacuum
carried blind by beauty.
A wrought iron bench was waiting,
its arms welcomed me and curled intricate
fingers over my shoulders.
At first I could only sense movement
approaching as timid as a shy duck
being enticed by bread.
A rustle beneath a hedge,
the earthenware scrape
of a dragged plant pot.
The night had begun to trust me
its light came out from corner clouds
watching roof tops fall on to gardens
even shadowed doorways shifted
in to grey-scale. That's when I heard
the chatter, everything spoke in an old
language, garden forks talked in rhyme
as they turned over flower beds,
plants self pruned and shifted positions
whispering in a dialect of dark green.
Every garden, the whole village was alive,
fallen leaves where being raked, blades of grass
snipped short, plants were discussing
how they should arrange themselves.
A discarded coke-can tapped on the side
of a rubbish bin that snapped open
I tried to move for a closer look
but the iron bench moved inside me,
thin needles had entered my skin,
across the connection.
I could feel every movement,
every part of the village,
the cold brick of the cottages, the warmth
of bodies as they slept in their beds,
the padded footsteps of cats as the strutted
the tops of garden walls.
I began to panic, a body rejecting
its donor heart, images flashed,
my mind a flicker book, billions
of people connected to the earth
energy drawn from one to another.
I could see the whole planet trying
to heal itself, using the created world,
man made object colliding, collaborating.
I could see the whole plan
as it mapped itself to my mind.
I relaxed and allowed myself to go deeper,
It was then I heard her voice.
Written by Razzerleaf
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