Tuesday, 19 April 2011


Walks on a window
Within innermost brain
Eyes erratic
Wings ecstatic
Bump, bump, bump
Way out?
No such luck.

I think this poem portrays a pessimistic interpretation of the a prevalent fantasy: the ability to fly. The fly within this story is subject not only to the physical barriers - represented by the window - but also the mental barriers - the 'pain' in the fly's brain. The opening line acts as an antecedent: 'Fly' and is answered at the end of the verse a consequent: 'No such luck." In this way the ambitions of one who wishes to fly are dissolved, and so too, the hope of escape for the fly. But maybe I just wrote some words and analysed them in a way that made me sound like I know what I'm talking about...

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