the warpath
outside there is a war raging
excuse me as i don my armour
drawing battle lines in black
framing my weapons
so now shall all those
mere mortals fall under this gaze
outside you can hear the words clashing
crashing against each other
i hope you don’t mind—i must also
continue to whet mine
beware if you see them drawn
for i must parry back
outside i have too few allies
wait one second? as i
grab my stilettos
you can never be too careful
and i never can decide
whether i feel like running
or fighting
till i am there
best be prepared
outside there are many casualties
injuries of every kind
of the heart and of the mind
of the body and the soul
i regret that i cannot mend
any of them
but i must retreat
and tend to my own
i hope you understand
outside the wind rages on
but inside there is warmth
and a safety
a serenity
if you search hard enough
if you can manage it
i have never been able to but
i hear that it’s quite nice
This is an older piece, probably written around 2014. I turned this piece in to the On the Rocks arts festival and a friend told me they had it hung in one of the churches in St Andrews, which is very cool…but I no longer remember why I didn’t/couldn’t go see it in person myself. Would’ve been cool to have a photo of that here, but alas…
Nerdery & Nostalgia 