To Call Me Quasimodo

There is no ill which may not be dissipated, like the dark, if you let in a stronger light upon it. - Thoreau

hollowly loved

embracing themselves with twisted, vacant limbs

workers of iniquity garner wicked accolades

dancing above the expensive weightlessness of self

solidly hated

wearied arms raised axially

the righteous are hunched over under the weight of a fallen world

with mere psalms to sing as they go a leaden way

only the tower keeper knows

to call me quasimodo

Author's Note

"A worm is as good a traveler as a grasshopper or a cricket, and a much wiser settler. With all their activity these do not hop away from drought nor forward to summer. We do not avoid evil by fleeing before it, but by rising above or diving below its plane; as the worm escapes drought and frost by boring a few inches deeper." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

An excellent play on the famous novel. People fear the unknown, the deformed and the foreigner. A simple medical condition can frighten a whole culture. Wow!

[Pete]

we must be careful in judging. indeed they do yet there is deformity in all of us be it outwardly or inwardly ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Yes siiiirrrr. All true and well said. You are welcome sir Pete.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Pete… this Frigid Winter we lie below the Snow to Chirp with the Crickets… knowing the Sun will eventually bring Spring and the warmth of Butterflies sipping flowers. gently, Pat