Embody - My Father's Muse | Penana

Login

Register

Please use Chrome or Firefox for better user experience!

Comments

Show more...

1

0

Prev

Next

Style

Expand

Menu

coins

Sponsor

Request update

Share

Report

#1

My Father's Muse

Words Actually

Apr 12, 2015

869

1 Min Read

x

My father was a tinker

He had a sort of fervor

Diving into garbage cans and coming up

With treasure

873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡITDTg0kn8I

He had a wobbly woodshed

With shelves of sparkly subjects

Tin, copper, thingamajigs, he

Loved all his whatchamacallits

873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc8SdPTog30

One day he took a sharpie,

Called me into his factory

‘Now, now, my refractory child

Stay very still, be quiet

873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjvawzkHGIA

Don’t move, please!’

873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwySa1oaoqC

He took a scalpel to my skin

And slid cold metal in

He wound me up and watched me walk

Around the garden green

873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWLAuFF8vHg

Oh, how heavy my back grew

My clothes no longer fit!

And for the fear of rusting

I became a greasy thing

873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiNtsQt6kpa

One day he bade me kneel

He took my brains away

Between my shoulder blades he placed

A roll of yarn, in grey

873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbR5rG9Zc4D

He took the bones from my hands

And sharpened them to points

Your body is a treasure chest, he said

Take just what you need

873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7mGHpWo5wj

Sinew, guts and veins for thread

Fabric with a raw edge

Blood is hem repair glue

You are a brand new you

873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf5KIbEWent

‘There,’ he said, ‘now you my dear

Are well-equipped for life

You’ll find when people cut you up

It will never bring you strife.’

ns3.135.63.86da2

0

coins

1 like

Be the first to like this issue!

Embody

Bookmark!

Request update 0

Table of Contents

#1 My Father's Muse

#3 Love Hurts, and So Does the Way You Look Tonight

#4 Notes From the Void

#5 The Fault in These Lines (Final Issue)