Originally Posted by
freckle
I enjoyed Alf's Monza Alvi choice so much the other day that I ordered one of her books called "The further adventures of the souls" (also Bloodaxe) with some intriguing little poems inside, I really like the "otherworldy" style to her writing and the fact that she seems to blur boundaries between the real and unreal....I liked the metaphorical quality to this one...
Escape
The souls are playing truant,
escaping the strain of us,
finding places to hide-
in lifts and murky stairwells,
under bridges. Up there
with the pigeons, they glance
down and marvel at
how hard we try to tell one
soul from another, the boxes
we force them in, the countries
we try to pin on them.
But they won't have it.
However hard we press down
on the lid, out they come,
out of the box.