{"id":1191,"date":"2016-04-26T07:39:18","date_gmt":"2016-04-26T14:39:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/storymind.com\/blog\/?p=1191"},"modified":"2016-04-26T07:39:18","modified_gmt":"2016-04-26T14:39:18","slug":"the-luminary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/blog\/the-luminary\/","title":{"rendered":"The Luminary"},"content":{"rendered":"

As co-creator of Dramatica, folks often ask me what kinds of writing I do myself. \u00a0Here’s one example – a rather sarcastic little poem about having other people look to you for answers…<\/p>\n

The Luminary<\/p>\n

By Melanie Anne Phillips<\/p>\n

Like moth to flame,
\nI shade the light,
\nfrom fleas below,
\nwho know not flight.<\/p>\n

Pigs can’t fly,
\nand saints are sinners.
\nSo it seems,
\nto most beginners.<\/p>\n

Then they see,
\nthe pigs take wing,
\nand soon believe,
\nin everything.<\/p>\n

“Life is chilly:
\nfind\u00a0a fire!”
\nwrites the prophet,
\nand the liar.<\/p>\n

“Don’t dispair,
\nthere is no hope.
\nSo why not dance,
\ninstead of mope?”<\/p>\n

“Feed a cold,
\nand starve a fever,”
\nchants the faithful,
\nunbeliever,<\/p>\n

grasping for,
\nthe mother lode,
\nto read verbatim,
\nwords in code.<\/p>\n

So I sought,
\nillumination,
\nmaking love,
\nto conflagration.<\/p>\n

“God,” I pleaded,
\nwith the sun,
\n“don’t let me be,
\nthe only one.”<\/p>\n

Then from the sun,
\nthere came a moan,
\nthat sounded like,
\n“You’re not alone.”<\/p>\n

I spiralled in,
\nwith squinted eyes,
\nto gaze on one,
\nwho was so wise.<\/p>\n

The flame I sought,
\non wings of cloth,
\nwas just another,
\nburning moth.<\/p>\n

Hear the sizzle,
\nsmell the fry,
\nwhen near the sun,
\nsome pig will fly.<\/p>\n

Cheer the bacon,
\nstone the whore,
\nand never mind,
\nthe crashing boar.<\/p>\n

And as it falls,
\nits dimming light,
\nis now replaced,
\nas I ignite.<\/p>\n

“My wings!” I cried,
\nare charred and smoking.”
\n“No!” they chide,
\n“you must be joking.”<\/p>\n

They watched as I,
\nwent up in glory,
\nto spin a tale,
\nweave a story.<\/p>\n

“Touch the fabric,
\nthough it pains me.
\nSee the pattern,
\nthat explains me.”<\/p>\n

When I finally,
\nfell to ground,
\nmy ashes did not,
\nmake a sound,<\/p>\n

For angst is gone,
\nwhen there’s no art,
\nas pain is gone,
\nwhen there’s no heart.<\/p>\n

The only light,
\nthat truly shines,
\nis that which falls,
\nbetween the lines.<\/p>\n

So read my lips,
\ndon’t read my words:
\nfleas aren’t moths,
\nand moths aren’t birds.<\/p>\n

Will the last one here,
\nplease turn out the light?<\/p>\n

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