Reconstruction
of the fables
You’ve got me listening to Fables again,
no doubt Van Halen is on the top of
your playlists, my heart
in drum solos, you stroking
Eddie’s riffs into me
while I fall into Michael Stipe’s voice
and your arms and eyes.
I didn’t even hear the train
until the light was bearing down
on us, trestle shimmying with the rhythm of the wheels
on the tracks, the Savannah River
green and brown below. There was
no moon. The stars encouraged me
with winks
when you begged me to jump.
There’s no train now, no river
beneath us, but we’re still
dancing on the tracks,
suspended in midair,
still jumping
still falling
into each other.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (2)
The rhythm of this is so good. You achieved giving it a beat with all your rockin’ imagery and metaphors.
I was listening to them in '85 when this came out. "Feeling Gravity's Pull" floored me.