Lemur Looking
Who are you
I am a king
Maybe I’m a girl
But I’m a king
What is a zoo
Don’t look at me
I’ll decide
Who’s worthy
C L Couch
a flash response from Melissa Lemay’s prompt, https://melissalemay.wordpress.com/2024/06/03/melissas-fandango-flash-fiction-challenge-271/
I first read Grace's response at https://graceofthesun.com/playful-climb/
Photo by Stephen Hickman on Unsplash
(tag) #FFFC
(x = space)
x
x
The God of Editing
x
I looked it up
The plural form
Typed it so
The red line remained
Then I breathed on it
The red line went away
What
x
What kind of cooperation
Might exist
And serve
Between divinity
Electron understanding
And me
x
A muse took pity
On my breathing
Or the computer took its time
Somehow
And then the timing
Because maybe God is funny
And has a time of it
Messing
With our loves
x
C L Couch
x
x
x
Invoke the Fool
Sometimes a fool is needed
A clown of God
Call the fool
We are foolish in the wisdom of the world
These parts are nothing new
But I don’t like the notion
Of my own foolishness
I trained in clowning once
Wore the clothes and make-up
And took my act out there
You know, where you are
It was all right
It didn’t hurt
And I didn’t hurt anyone else
Maybe we did some good, together
But it’s a squeamy feeling, all the same
Not to talk
Not to eat or drink
Were not the hard parts
It was the openness to whatever:
I might be laughed at
Though that was the point
But, depending on the working preposition,
With or at?
Then there was
The brittleness, the fragility
In scorn
But faith is something funny
Faith in me, faith in you
Faith in God
Faith in humanity
Faith in Earth
No evidence required
But that we cannot sense
The more we demand material,
The more we lose the energy
Lopsiding the equation
Fair is foul
And foul is fair
But it’s not that even, either
For faith finally
Is not a seesaw, evened out
But requires all
All we have to risk
For something evidenced so poorly
Who would believe this anywhere,
Anyone
But a fool!
C L Couch
notes
There is a sad and beautiful story by Tomie dePaola called The Clown of God.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
—the witches in Macbeth
(image)
By ingawh, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45210850
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