Suspension of Belief
A whimsical piece
We summoned him from darkness.
Attracted by warm remembrance
he elbowed a place by the fire.
No whispers. No tall-tale telling,
extolling the rolling tumbleweed
of our tombstone towns.
At last, at length,
he spun a home-grown fable;
and all the table round
found common-grounded pleasure.
© franciman 2023
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Whimsical indeed… got me cogitating.
I’ll take that as a good thing then? Thanks for the read and the comment.
cheers,
Jim
As you know , I left a comment….it’s disappeared
Mike
Cheers, Mike. I very much valued the comment, which has disappeared also!!
Jim
A very atmospheric poem showing a community’s need for something new, something different that can only come from a stranger.
This is no act of kindness, I sense they need him more than he needs them.
He isn’t grateful- he ‘elbowed a place by the fire’ and in his own good time gave them what they required and their kindness is based on their need for something new.
A very effective poem with traces of religious connotations that add to the mystery.
Thanks for the very perceptive comments. I didn’t see a stranger though, quite the opposite – a weel kent face, as we say in Scotland…
cheers,
Jim
I can live with metaphysical connotation, if not exactly religious… I can see where you come from on that. It had a soft wistful feel as I wrote it. Glad you liked it, Trevor. I’m just heading over to read your next bit of prose… not a threat, I can assure you.
cheers,
Jim