Thursday, January 31, 2008

digitally enhanced


[random thoughts about fingers and toes]


Everybody’s talking about sock puppets. But they unnerve me. Such knitted snakery and lack of limbs. Buttoned eyes that never blink. They make you think you are the one in control, the one working them - but they have already devoured half your arm. And now they are quietly conspiring with your lower limbs. Dropping stitches like secret hints. They plan to have your feet for tea.

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Crossing my fingers doesn’t amount to much. But it’s better than nothing. Better than closing my eyes. Better than a sentence that starts with a full stop. Better than a year of absent thinking and a French introduction. A tidy riddle and a dirty exclamation.

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They count to ten. Over and over. Everyday. Just to say they are doing something. Making progress on fingers and toes. Forty between them, but they never get beyond ten. Always holding hands. Always walking backwards.

5 comments:

Ashi said...

Sinister thoughts Jem.

dandelion said...

i love that hand picture! I thought I liked sock puppets, but now I'm just not too sure...x

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

That last part:

Forty between them, but they never get beyond ten. Always holding hands. Always walking backwards.

-- A story there, stands on its own, but would also be interesting prompt for a longer poem or story.

Neat photo.

Clare said...

"Better than a sentence that starts with a full stop." Excellent!

Crafty Green Poet said...

I've never thought of sock puppets as sinister before but now I'm not so sure...