Daemons
I’m going to sleep on this bed where all my dreams are made
Your muffled words heard through the door, my daemons named
I hurt inside, scattered, tried to judge which way the wind blows
I was right. I was fair. Or was I? Make amends… Then I fade
Back to my slumber. Vignettes appeared in pictures, framed
Ghosts, youth re-lived, those seaside Punch and Judy shows
I start, awake. Is this me? Reflect again. Is this the bed I’ve laid?
The morning sunlight warmed me, banished tears, calm reclaimed
We walked & talked; you untied my fears, their ribbons & bows
Punch & Judy in full swing at the Faversham Hop Festival,
Sunday, 2 September, 2012
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Notes:
Punch and Judy, Demons, Folk Tales
The Punch and Judy Shows are a simplified mirror of our existential fears, like the stories of Hans Christian Andersen and the collection(s) of folk tales by the Brothers Grimm. A magnificent way of interpreting the zeitgeist, the spirit of the time.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daimon (or Daemon). Any spirit, good or bad, within each of us. Halfway between god(s) and man. Our soul, desires, appearances, fears.
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