Carried Away

Carried Away

 

Waiting for the carriage
The Pumpkin Coach of Nod
to the land thatโ€™s ever sleeping
the Spring in its facade
in cloaks and robes of Winter
when we are children, laugh and sing,
for we donโ€™t know what is coming
and we think it is the Spring
as weโ€™re caroling through the Seasons
as the leaves crackle beneath our feet
and weโ€™re dancing in the rain
and we listen to the beat
and the heart goes on forever
and ever after is the soul.
But what do we know of that?
And what do we know of gold?
For we cannot take it with us
not one thing that we collect
and it is only love that saves us
from the pain and the regret
of what we chose to value
that will be no more one day
and the things that we were wanting
and the things we did not say.
When the Jack Oโ€™Lantern smashing
has given way to turkey wings
and the trees are lit with wishes
and the nights are filled with dreams,
who is anyone to say
what any of it really means?
In a wonderland of manufacture
from the dust they formed a god
in lines of mass production
so no one would be without
a place to sit and worship,
be judged and cast away all doubt,
for what else was there to do here
once the fig leaves were dispersed
but pick apart the blessings
while waiting for the hearse. But letโ€™s
call it something different,
letโ€™s have some fun and play,
and though fairy tales get shattered
and sometimes we donโ€™t know how
it doesnโ€™t really matter
because weโ€™re at the ball right now
in this world where we have fallen,
in the world we do not stay,
By The Pumpkin Coach of Nod,
letโ€™s get carried then away.

 

October 3, 2013,
from the forthcoming (2019/2020) “Magdalene Aubergine”
Teri Skultety