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Your Wonder
The long set sun has left traces of illumination
Little strands of sunlight tangling in your sweat slick hair, all golden brown
Every pore weeps exhaustion, marking five hours' toil
for a kind of victory that aches like ending, like defeat
He stands before you, foe though you'd never name him, too humble is your heart
And before you he stands, showing his spoils
Silver mirrors to the both of you, and the clear one between -
and this mirror holds the wrong reflection, superficially you
But a smile far too wicked meets your mouth, where your own expression sits so subtle
A mask on madness for now, for always, your grace defying expectation
To every soul who holds you in their heart, you are man and more than man
Those keepers of your wonder who know that you have won
And as you march on and away, battle weary,
gravity cannot fell admiration
Each sound you hear is your own joy rebounding
While deafening silence fills his head
Little strands of sunlight tangling in your sweat slick hair, all golden brown
Every pore weeps exhaustion, marking five hours' toil
for a kind of victory that aches like ending, like defeat
He stands before you, foe though you'd never name him, too humble is your heart
And before you he stands, showing his spoils
Silver mirrors to the both of you, and the clear one between -
and this mirror holds the wrong reflection, superficially you
But a smile far too wicked meets your mouth, where your own expression sits so subtle
A mask on madness for now, for always, your grace defying expectation
To every soul who holds you in their heart, you are man and more than man
Those keepers of your wonder who know that you have won
And as you march on and away, battle weary,
gravity cannot fell admiration
Each sound you hear is your own joy rebounding
While deafening silence fills his head
Published 1st Feb 2012
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1st Feb 2012 5:41pm
I like how that idea of 'a kind of victory that aches...like defeat' marks a sense of conflict from the very start that carries on throughout. And that although a battle having been fought is alluded to, who or what the opposition was is never directly revealed, whether it was internal or external - leaves you wondering. I loved the little strands of sunlight image at the start.
