Sunday 11 October 2015

Rope

Girl on a rope.
She lives there,
sleeps, eats, dances
on the rope but
never once noticed
the rope had twists!
Her never ending music or
the push and the pull or
her perpetual resonant dance!
and more and more she
could do and finally felt the
intertwined impression on her
pale pale feet!
She stared at the rope for
days and weeks,
confusion and fear visited her often,
she was craving to know
the missing piece,
that she is the
twisted rope!