Following the Golden Thread

Pool Reflections by Will Montague

Swans glide, wings beat deep and wide – carving their migratory path through the south sky. Sparrows dive in the wind’s slipstream. Beaks pierce the clouds like the skin of a dream.
Soap bubble floats up high. Round window of rainbow light.

Tree branches finger the sun. At their feet, a thinker bends his mind in on itself until it finds the Oneness. His toes in the grass, clutching the dew. His eyes turn inwards and follow the ghost’s footsteps into the dark cleft of the tree trunk.

His heart beats with no surrender. His heart was once tender but his eyes are blank as a dartboard bullseye. A melody finds its way to his pursed lips and, without a kiss, he begins to whistle. Soft was the song, with notes sweet and long like drops of honey.

One thought on “Following the Golden Thread

  1. This is the result of an exercise called ‘Following the Golden String’.

    I wrote down the first word that came to my mind when I woke up one morning – in this case ‘swans’- and wrote a stream of consciousness from that word.

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