Right Here In Contemplation

When reason takes a back

seat, my room symbolizes

transporting of imprinted

essence, no need for any

movement; pen travels,

fingers guiding the way;

bridging gap – facilitating

shortcuts, setting spirit free.

 

Turning to gaze out window;

up rises two crows, not high

enough to reach folds of

clouds; on the wing revealing

powerful stance, concealing

fear; for these birds need to be

strong when danger's all around.

 

More comfortable for this writer

is the feeling of intimacy with

surroundings, when connections

to drifting memory of my most

treasured film returns. As clock

ticks with no relevance, for in

this calm solace of tranquility

has nowhere to be, but right

here in contemplation.

 

Recalling the year was 1900,

when pretty young girls with

long flowing locks and beautiful

dresses...their alluring smiles

had no need of Valentine kisses,

just the sweet escape as mundane

school boarders – if only just for

one day.

 

All remained meditative, apart

from a boisterous child who

spent most of her time yearning

to fit in, yet not quite sure of how.

These girls had to be on their best

behaviour at all times; elated at

the idea of fresh air and a picnic

beneath the open sky.

 

The day arrived bringing with it

sunshine and much excitement,

except for one boarder who had

been disobedient refusing to read

a poem, a disadvantage for her.

 

Arriving at their destination that

day, the air was humid as the

Valentine cake was sliced; while

giant ants consumed a lot of the

uneaten food.

 

Nature seemed so beautiful, with

it's many coloured parrots filling

the air, and crawling lizards that

seemed to stop and stare.

 

It was as if time stood still, the

essence of wild trails calling

some of the girls to release their

shackles.

 

The wanderers with their flushed

cheeks in the sultry heat, waved

goodbye and began their adventure

towards the rock face high; showing

their defiance, climbing into oblivion

when they knew it was wrong.

 

Having no idea where they were

going, but with just an urge to

keep moving on, across a stream

and through long corn coloured

grass they trailed on in a trance.

 

Leaving behind their company

to slumber the day in harmony.

Camaraderie took the fearless

explorers to venture into the

unknown.

 

Unlike my crows who were aware

of perils, these girls did not take

heed, never returning; seeming like

the sun melt them into the rock...or

maybe they slipped through time.

 

Whatever the theory, whether the

story was true or just a dream,

I'm fascinated and compelled

to watch again and again.

 

Observing the Inspiration Point.

 

Readers can you guess from

the clues which film I'm

referring to.