Member Poem

“Are there mirrors in that grey reflective stone  sunken well
?
There is really no escaping them is it.?”
Even the jagged slabs seem to have a roundness, an elliptical evenness.”
No oxymoron intended regarding above statements.
Is my mirroresque mirage being inducted?
The sombre but only fleeting
ephemeral ponderousness of central character in this plot’s acerbic mind.
Theodore with elfish  smirk being reflected back in a whimsical wry comic capture of all his facial features.
The grin, the smirk the rivulets on the chin had this ricochet effect.
But then Theodore and his imaginary or  hallucinatory high mind mental friends, Daisy and Freya, they were his otherworld gurus who were both temple and towering template when he wasn’t in the company of others as such aloofness he skillfully dodged.
“Think I’ll have a little nibble on my various comfort zone snacks.”
And  Daisy and Freja always helped the eclectic Theodore build relations with people and things and build up others too.
But Freja and Daisy did exist in the real world.
He encountered them sometimes in confined closed spaces which was a feature of his area of late.
But these ladies occupied his mind too.
If only others knew or maybe intuitively inveigled their  taunting eye spurt and splurge curiousity so inquisitive  as the most
charcoal cat smirking at the “purrilous,”  perilous peep into psyche caverns.
That is a  gutsy guess at the majestic margins of Theodore’s  intellect and its split second quick fix reverse without pause gyrations of his.
Dashes and flashes of lightning induced insighfulness.
But that’s where this man’s sought after comforts lie.
The succulent and mango tinged and other cocoa tint flavours.
Yet the OH SET another retreat that seems to be a groundswell of engulfing entanglement in every shape and form that keeps building itself.
The OH SET the  name for the
inhabitants of the  city of ROUNDABOUT RALLY where Theodore currently dwells.
The OH SET an enigmatic name with an unravelling wide brief so stunning.
And indeed they were such a comfort to  Theodore as he wended his way around.
One got the impression that this man was not so much in retreat but shifting and shunting positive  position plus points.
Much the same thing in another context.
The threadbare tutorial type Theodore was a man drawn to everything that was going on around him.
But for whatever reason there was this counterpoint in his life.
Maybe just an acme like apices Alice In Wonderland or DaisynFrejawanderland
feeling that their maybe an exclusion pending whose obscure wicked weave tassel intertwill nature had a jerk n jolt glare.
As a tall slim angular very athletic figure  yet had  academic features you’d get the impression that he was going to fly swim or leap somewhere or other.
He was a man of the day rather than the night.
Theodore’s  social circle was quite large and expanded though of late sluggishly with a skewed inertia
The OH SET he borrowed but seemed like he’d  quite quaintly named them.
They were selected on basis of shared enthusiasms and life slant.
Movement was the key phrase when describing Theodore, notice the two
O’S in his  name.
The quirks and many idiocies of Theodore
“O … OH. I’m at the edge of a trickling river or stream that pulsing thru as pavement poachers of sights look on.”
This Theodore and his companions related in a bond that couldn’t be unglued because attachment was the essence of the person.
Whilst simultaneously allowing for clauses of adaptability and quixotic detachment that could
He was an absorber of detail and graphic details at that.
Drinking in the multitude of features in his daily swift toe tip strolling style that might seem he could launch into space at any moment.
The OH-NESS or O-NESS of
everything he could perceive with that cameresque eyesight.
One could almost hear the eyesight blinking like camera clicks.
“I sometimes hear my thoughts being  reflected.
Just about everywhere.
Maybe it’s on my face .. . What I’m giving out.”
Daisy and Freya his make belief friends as an alternative to the outer world friends.
Maybe Daisy and Freya were his otherworld friends and the outer world friends but you could imagine and he often did too the things they would have to say to each other.
Whirls of silver steam were engulfing the path Theodore was tiptoeing on with an arched face many delicately referred to as something closely resembling an imbued hue portrait of a journey captured geometrically by his mouth.
Steam  and saline pink shaded haze though billowing upwards didn’t block or obscure visibility.
“Oh just think of how this city has such variegated yet letter lyric universal  uniformity.”
Freja cautiously whimpered in Theodore’s eardrum.
“Get the feeling that there’s a bizarre, freakish, preternatural oneness about everything you see.”
Splashes of rainbow tinted pools fascinated this extraordinary or eccentric individual maybe a better synonym.
And there was this delineating swerved course of a river which sandwiched itself into the middle of a fringe town that was very self possessed and at the same time dwarfed by its edging stature close to a colossal city.
Despite the swerves and curves and fluorescent, jewel encrusted attachments to posts, doors and entrances Theodore had this feeling of things, getting smaller, shrinking even missing.
The stares were continuous and compliments often convoluted in the general scheme of things.
“Yet I’m drawn to so many others … it’s the reaction I’m getting but for whatever reason there’s this mutual magnet everywhere I go.”
Theodore wonders as well as wandered why there wasn’t a need on his part to retreat.
Though there might be evey reason everywhere as things charged at Theodore but he had this equanimity.
“Oh you are from the O set, yes you are part of that ever expanding network.
Names elude me but it’s in the tone and the geometric sun-kissed phrase.
That splatters waves of conviviality.”
Theodore in full flight as he constantly seemed poised to whilst gazing with  his oceanic pearl eyes on edifices both edifying and not as yet dying but there were murmurs in this man’s mind about the shape of things to come.
“Ooops the chocolate fudge I’m so fond as I do the only real retreating I’m currently capable of.”
Alarm ..alert …..bells ringing  in the sense of antic movement which at the same time wasn’t seismic but could have been.
Were these integrals of imagery, the calculus of coordinates a plot by some hidden sect whose existence that has yet to spring to light.
“Clusters of tumbling, revolving doors as a casual conduit which have this apparent sheen that impinges in torrid stream of visuals impacting  on the retina.”
Freja adding lustrous slants whilst like Daisy physically occupying his mind to this ongoing seminar in Theodore’s bony vault of a head of his.
Theodore chuckled absent mindedly as he waited for Freja’s own scintillating counterpoint.
You might expect  a surreal spectacular riposte, a riveting, rippling one at that.
In a carousel of circulating symbiotic supercharge momentum that emitted cherry smoke gleaming sun wings of heat whose dream squint focus on epicentre events was pending.
“Have a funny inkling as I peer randomly at the.. should I say at the hoops and loops, halo type style of everything around.
A day about to closeadventitiously in somehow.”
Theodore whose face querulously quizzical pipsqueaked
“Will I go to my local sweet shop which has this spiral evolving shape?
But then I have this chocolate oval  pack of rounds.
As I feel a squeeze,a going back of some kind I’ll start eating.
So RE TREAT(S) in the pack
that’s my spoof on RETREATS!!!”
Get that RE TREAT as subject.
Theodore opened pack and shock, horror, surprise!!
Discount price on pack as shop closing down sale!
“And the chocolate treat sizes are smaller and the pack half full!
Bang Goes My Comfort Zone and Retreat.”
There’s cold comfort in that even on a sunny day he muttered.

Meanwhile a short distance away a company hidden from sight had additional plans
OH SET CONSTRUCTION AND DOWNSIZING LTD!
“Freja we are the primary architects of rezoning, resizing, and slow demolition!”
Daisy scratched her head and jutted  her chin!
“What will Theodore think when he finds out that the company he works for  in one month no longer exists and that we are behind it.”
One can only wonder and ponder to infinity about that eventual discovery.
To say nothing of the impending fate of his pet sweet shop!

Dedicated to the best sister ever Jay A Pallen