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  • Peter's New Flight - apologies Mr. Barrie!

    Could Peter kiss Wendy again? Bloomsbury’s stars had always plotted it, telling their feelings to her window, surprising her softly on special nights with little escape hatches shaped like hearts forming out of the cold precipitate. Wendy would play innocent, pretending to look at streetlights or passersby below, but secretly she was always peeking at the night’s clouds parted into angels wings by the prow of the Jolly Roger.

    Peter knew where she lived, but he never looked for her window anymore. In some sort of vengeance, he lived a life of good form. In the mornings he combed his hair not with the air or even with his hands but with a real comb, he wore a wristwatch worth more pounds than his friends watches, he learned how to fake, how to look at paintings, how to cry, but most importantly how to live with the privilege that he had kissed Wendy once and the never-ending light that he wanted to kiss her differently now. Wonder about it never stopped. oh love! In the evenings he mixed the kind of drinks that redeem bosses and offices, God Peter was drunk.

    If they could meet again, he would have a flower to give her, a tulip to lap up the silence of skull island and all the salty memories they wouldn’t speak of. A purple prop to distract him from the partition licked smooth and invisible by habit, for the initiative to cross over, to jump to fly… Silence along with the acceptance that he would never remake his way to her window from an incapable past or the postcard streets on the ground – streets can never take part in heaven.

    Tomorrow in a London hotel Peter and Wendy will finally meet after so many years and do what is hard to understand - with only a bedspread and curtains as witnesses. In a return to new memories and new games Wendy’s lips bring Peter and his shadow together, kisses no longer secreted in the corner of her mouth fluttering, now wanting something progressive, wordless and furious from Peter, to reconcile beneath and inside, struggle, surrender, forget, magnify, dream, cry (not like they had cried in the past), resurrect, challenge moons, tremble, erase the stars , unwind rhumb lines and redraw them..

    Peter finished his cigarette and put himself to sleep all these things to say – he had grown up.

  • #2
    Well done! What will happen if Tinkerbell finds out?

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    • lunar glide
      lunar glide commented
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      Thank you! Maybe that's another chapter..

  • #3
    Grown up, indeed. Nicely turned LG. This has the feel of a moon-gazing revelry...evolving a childhood fantasy into a tale of what might-have-been...or still may be?

    Beautiful imagery!

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    • lunar glide
      lunar glide commented
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      Thank you RLW! It's what happens when I write instead of sleeping.
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