Saturday, October 25, 2014

A STORY FOR THE SEASON

THE HOBGOBLIN'S HAT
Marc Potts
http://www.marcpotts.co.uk/


























THE HOBGOBLIN'S HAT


Up late at night they sat
and carelessly at that, a book of words
in haste, slipped from table & from chair into the waste.

Moreover that
which seemed a can was more (or less)
or other than, an out of date but magical Hobgoblin’s hat.

Round about or
later on that dire night, words came alive
slipped down halls & pillows into dreams & words climbed out.

That said
under cover overhead & quite aflame
to work that is a work of words ignoring life outside they came.

Then how
upright they sat and how immensely and intensely
under cover overhead where they were read by words they fed.

Oh how
night language differs and persists and
in the morning where a trace remains a story grows from that.


©2014 The Hobgoblin’s Hat stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
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notes

1. Allysen Gallery song, “Hobgoblin’s Hat”. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGYIq3vcTBg
2. Marc Potts, artwork, “Hobgoblin’s hat” http://www.marcpotts.co.uk/
3.  Scholar, Ari Berk on hobgoblins http://www.ariberk.com/hobgoblins.html

4. hobgoblin- from "hob" meaning "elf". A hob is a clown or prankster and hence word play in "playing the hob" in soul-making tells another kind of story. see http://www.etymonline.com