Umbilical Cord
It was a beautiful night;
The moon in perfect symmetry;
Bare naked;
With the craters smiling;
In a rabbit's shadow;
As if to waken the spirits;
Of a lonely figure;
Crouched in to a corner;
where two crumbling walls meet the dust-laden floor boards;
Stark naked, except for the erect follicles;
That danced in the serene wind;
She had waltzed back to her umbilical cord;
To the protection of the uterine walls.
She knew she had seen the last of her prince;
Who initially strolled in, in shining armor,
But wandered off to glorious pastures;
Leaving her in the doldrums, of seasons of loneliness,
Spring leading to summer and autumn to winter
Every night crouching in to her dead mother's protection;
Slumping in to routines of insanity;
Waiting for a helping hand from somewhere;
To resurrect her, to stand up once again on her own two feet.
Then the moon hides behind a cloud;
As the tears flow incessantly from the crumbling lacrimals;
The lap a dripping pool of cleansing water;
As if to clean the cobwebs between her thighs;
As she lies there yielding to her insecurity and insanity.
Then all of a sudden, the door is crashed open;
As a figure in a cape runs towards her;
She smiles in her haze, with a flow of joyous tears.........
Could this be.......? Is he the one......?
Then from behind the shadows he walks in;
A knight in a blue shirt and a black trouser;
No armor, but with arms of steel;
That carried her outside in a shrouding cloth.
Waiting outside was a van with pulsating red lights; .
And behind the shadow of the flashing van;
There was a familiar knight.........
In something that appeared to be a lot like shining armor.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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