Distorted Thoughts Without Time

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She employed sniffer dogs
To search for the time
She had lost
Writing poetry
In the vacuum
Of space
Alas these canines
Were caught
On a virtual moebius strip of words
Travelling on and on
Too frightened to jump
Unable to stand still
Forever searching
Amongst the various
Broken poems and hearts
Reduced to alphabeticals
Of light
Eventually
Having discovered
The underlying rule of the universe
She declared
Moebius strips to be outdated
Eradicated
Superseded
Thrust into
A black hole
Of a storage cupboard
Containing string theory
It’s only purpose
To provide solace
To subatomic particles
And other small thoughts of man
The dogs disappeared
In a blasé poof
Of poetical proportions
Taking time along for the ride
She breathed a relief filled sigh
Took up her pen
Wrote all over again

Copyright October 2013

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The Horologist

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Hickety dickety dock

The mouse ran up the clock

The clock struck one

Down the mouse ran

Hickety dickety dock

 

Richard Hicks had run The Horology Shop for four decades before leaving it to his scapegrace of a son, Dick Jr.  Local scuttlebutt had it that Dick was as devious as the day was long. Everyone knew someone who knew someone else who had seen Dick up to no good. Nothing definite mind.

Contrary to expectations the shop thrived under Dick’s management. He worked late each night, repaired clocks and watches on time and lived quietly above the shop. After a few years the village forgot all the rumours of Junior’s misdoings. He had become a permanent fixture.

In Dick Jr’s workshop there stood a decrepit grandfather clock. It had been in the family for years he would say and one day when I’m no longer so busy I shall repair it. What he neglected to mention was that the clock did work. Once a day the clock let out a loud peal. Bong!! 1:00am. At this time the clock face would open up, the pendulum would begin to swing and Dick Jr would ride the waves of time to any era he so wished. Always returning at five past the hour.

Dick was as bad as he was formerly painted. He didn’t use the time machine as his father had for wonderment and curiosity, he used it for gain. He dropped in to different eras, stole jewels, coins, technological plans. He sold secrets from one era to another. Supplied information on enemies. Anything he could slip into his pockets and take with him through time. This was how The Horology Shop was thriving. He made a lot of money, could afford to pay others to complete the repairs and to keep silent. He paid well.

One night as he entered the time clock about to travel back in time, a mouse ran up his leg. The clock struck 1:00am, the mouse ran back down, straight into the pristine wilderness of another planet. Somewhere in the time/space vacuum of the vortex of the time clock one small mouse had interrupted the works.

The pendulum had swung away from Dick Jr. He sat on the surface of this planet listening to the strange sounds of numerous unknown beasts, waiting for the clock to strike one, for the pendulum to swing so that he could get back home. Unfortunately for him this planet had a day 364 years long in earth terms. 1:00am would not chime for another 189 years.

Meanwhile the mouse met some local inhabitants not unlike himself. He started a new gene pool.

Copyright April 2013

Travails Through Time

Once upon a time/space continuum an adventurous traveller steps out of a Time Machine into a garden in late 1960’s Melbourne. A little girl with curly dark hair plays with her imaginary friends in a sandpit. She looks up as the Time Traveller appears “Hello” she says, “Who are you??  Are you a ghost?’

Little girl meets big

Space warps time into chaos

Lifeline folds on self

The Time Traveller consumes the little girl. Together with her imaginary friends and Time the little girl  fights valiantly to break free. Will she? Won’t she? Probabilities!

Time tosses a coin

Neither head nor tails wins out

Inner child remains

Eventually an equilibrium is reached. The little girl is free to choose. The Time Traveller returns to her Time Machine trailed by the adventurous ghost of the little girl, eager to see the future.

Time travelling girl

Meeting memories head on

All contained within

Copyright March 2013