Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Inside the wail

Geppetto waited for God’s breath
to set him free
from the fish memories of the tree.

He carved into his son
and listened to the waves
beat against the Leviathan’s breast.

When Pinnochio arrived with breakfast
The old man was crest-fallen, God 
would never save what the fairy had created.

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