poetry · prose

Take the biscuit

Monday, January 7, 2019. Daily Brit Wit.

Take the biscuit: 

Phrase, informal 

Compare with North American’s take the cake. Be the most remarkable or foolish of its kind.

“Stars light up my vision
like wandering children
searching for adventures
late at night
books open before them
and infinity at their fingertips–

I feel nothing but air between my fingers

free falling
breathless laughter
hysterical thoughts
I’ll make it to the end
but at what cost?

An ocean swallows me whole
the starry sky my last painted sight
violas haunting their harmonies
echoing in my eardrums
lapping over my head like waves
embracing me while lulling me
toward slumber
a familiar Italian lullaby
easing my homesick heart.

Stars explode into disheveled love letters
from the smitten Luna off in the West
sketching a vision
of endless nights and adventures
singing softly to beckon me onward
like Sirens designed for this creative eternity

sotto voce spoken promises
revving up toward full throttle bellows

I am here
I am here
I am here 

vanishing into another dreamscape
until the real world demands my ransoms
yanking me backwards
and I am unwilling to break up our dynasties–

a cello’s c-string
s n a p s
distorting timelines
and blurred dreams
like murky paint water
and it takes the biscuit
this broken imagery’s
knocking down my imaginary towers
as I fall endlessly
and land on my back, book on my chest,
brought back to life at last.”


© The Loyal Brit Wit, 2019


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