Clay Path

Posted: September 11, 2012 in Uncategorized
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had he not looked up

after checking the time,

would not be aware

of clay tiles and irregular

ridges leading to a spire,

framed lowlit sky

no moon,

he waited as if for inspiration,

maybe too much beer,

wishing to go up,

scramble on moss covered surfaces,

lifting each tile,

looking for messages imprinted


answers to his many questions,

an unsteady rock on feet

inhaling a cool sharpness,

it would wait,

no ladder or drainpipe available,

he thought of the spire

and building behind

and wondered if he could

get there.


copyright Margaret Bednar IGWRT prompt

  1. slpmartin says:

    This gave me such a delightful feeling as I read it..something about the tiles also struck me.

  2. Helen says:

    I can recall a few times when I actually felt inspired by too much beer … an illusion I think. Great writing!!

  3. I like this very much: the idea of leaving the world view which has become overly familiar, and taking a different path, a rooftop highway. I especially liked the idea of looking for messages on the tiles.

  4. I like the tight imagery of this poem. Very intense.

  5. Maybe he’d had too much beer…awww. I guess he had a sudden attack of sensing his own mortality and thought he might find some quick answers.
    Great imagery with the moss covered surfaces and thought of him climbing up the walls.

  6. njs says:

    Nice poem… loved these lines …

    “…lifting each tile,
    looking for messages imprinted
    answers to his many questions…”

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