THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN

THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN

A Poem by kublakhan27
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See notes for description...actually you might wanna read them first...

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I.   Warning

A boundary of warning issued premature
to a lad settled on adventure
will plant definition in a red
corruption code of ketchup on a
post-picnic bib orphaned to the wind
like a fictional friend's home continent's flag

The vision-fielding velocity of neighbours'
aarows augment the sleep-shearing flares
of the father's eyes in the centrifugal
bullseye of his boy's current-green nursery
so close to swelling wide as a planet
now a marble left behind in favour of
a shrunken moon's spheric promise
of an otherworldly adventure


II.   Island

Subservient to boundaries of none but its own
the loner of landmass nurses its nautical mischief
through the employment of sensual labour in darkness
sizing them up to encompass a knowing glow
for the enigmas of bare-faced daylight

The premature thirst for adventure
attended to by the drink of sanctuary
poured from the skew of its welcome-mat shore


III.   Neighbours

Game and Disappearance serve
the Monarchy of Volume under code names
of Hide and Seek undertaking missions in the name
of circumstantial viceroys: decibels
scanning search parties through the x-ray of silent night
for the orchestration of the morn

Tweeting birds equate an army horn
rainbowing the insurgent black sky
with adventures in crusade-recital grooming

An airy beach of reeds is looming
in the coastal fog bracing to embrace
the route taken on the faith of melodic compass


IV.   Discovery

No labourer of mortal being beats the sun
out of bed not even the little one
succumbed to slumber in the bony shadow
of the instrumentally inscrutable contestant
to the claim of composition by his
solar brother's sacred nursery rhyme
insuring the rest and energetic rise of time

This adventure-hearted child heard no battle cry
in what the rivals of his bearded babysitter
dubbed The Sound Of Panic
just the anthem of a little conqueror beneath
a bucky smile of approval on the heels
of a swim befitting of an older lad but not
the aura of exhaustion conquering
the eyes of a goal imagined and achieved
and the smiling gratitude duet in return
from the dutiful and loving neighbours
lulled to their reunion reed field
in anticipation of a father's target met
with a son's accuracy in tow

© 2013 kublakhan27


Author's Note

kublakhan27
Best known in recent years as the title of Pink Floyd's first album (as well as popping up in a few other places), it was taken from a chapter of The Wind In The Willows by Kenneth Grahame. Having just finished the book recently, I can clearly understand what drew the band (essentially the leader, Syd Barrett) to the title.

Now I've read a lot of stuff in my life - including five years of literature and history in university alone - and NEVER have I been brought to tears by anything I've read anywhere, till I got to Chapter 7 of this book. (And why chapter 7? If you look up my birthdate on my profile, you'll see why I ask that). I don't know...something about that chapter just resonated with me.
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Sometimes I have to drink you in slowly to not miss a single drop of your extravagant genius. I can see you nursed this one to fuition with tender loving care...you are a master at the abstract yet, you never beguile the likes of any & all subjects you touch. I had to listen to Pink Floyd after starting this read naturally. Your love of music is a big part of your soul, I think that's part of what makes you an extraordinary, talented poet. You shine through this one my dear friend...they should name a star after you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

*blush* Those are incredibly kind words my friend...needless to say, it takes an awfully potent imag.. read more
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This reminds me of the style an Epilogue of a famous French writer... :) I once read...
You have such a way with words my friend, in combination with lyrical magic... out of many things, you're like a sponge, absorbing all what is particulair and that needed...
I like the style of this... interesting. You're such a genius... I need to save this one, to re read it a 10 more times at least. This one could make me think over the whole night this time... and you know I do like that.

- Elisa


Posted 11 Years Ago


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kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Haha it's funny cuz I've been attempting shorter pieces lately yet I always seem to wind up slotting.. read more

11 Years Ago

You know, I know that feeling too.... I so often write a long piece, and the challenge is to make it.. read more
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Haha and I haven't wavered from that belief in the least...if anything, my belief in it is being enf.. read more
Pink Floyd, of course... I should have known! lol
The one thing I am sure about when reading your art is that you will surprise me to no end...it is always an adventure to read you! You have entwined an array of colourful threads to create such a crafty piece! I was entertained the entire time! You truly know how to keep my wheels turning...

"bullseye of his boy's current-green nursery
so close to swelling wide as a planet
now a marble left behind in favour of
a shrunken moon's spheric promise
of an otherworldly adventure"~ Bullseye indeed!... Fantastic vision!~xo~:)



Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Haha yes, music has always been a chief source of inspiration for me, especially trippy stuff ;) Of .. read more
I had it on vinyl ;-) Obviously, the title piqued my curiosity, being an enormous fan of Pink Floyd, especially Syd Barrett (Piper, Saucerful Of Secrets, Barrett, and The Madcap Laughs all held pride of place on my shelf) ;-)

Personal note aside, time to focus on this incredible write...I pretty much dove in head first and found myself swimming and swimming and swimming and the more I swam the deeper it got...and when I emerged, lungs stinging, heart racing, soaking wet and shivering, I stood on the bank and stared in awe at the voluminous depths in which I had only just moments before been inundated.

In other words...Holy cats, dude.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Indeed it is ;) You brought a smile to my face with your assessment of my photos...actually I probab.. read more
KAOlmsted

11 Years Ago

Consider yourself pinched ;-)
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

;)
Sometimes I have to drink you in slowly to not miss a single drop of your extravagant genius. I can see you nursed this one to fuition with tender loving care...you are a master at the abstract yet, you never beguile the likes of any & all subjects you touch. I had to listen to Pink Floyd after starting this read naturally. Your love of music is a big part of your soul, I think that's part of what makes you an extraordinary, talented poet. You shine through this one my dear friend...they should name a star after you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

*blush* Those are incredibly kind words my friend...needless to say, it takes an awfully potent imag.. read more
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interestingly enough, i knew before i read this that the title was from a pink floyd album. that being established, let me say that this was every bit as stoned and abstract as the floyd's early albums. mr. metaphor is alive and well and in fine form. you slay my senses with your use of words. there is always a great deal of personal introspection and awareness in these writes. another stellar write from the pen of the great khan!

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much my friend...I knew you'd understand where I was coming from here haha It is indeed.. read more
quinfinn

11 Years Ago

can't hide talent, my friend!
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

:)
The Author's note was endearing. What an interesting way to deliver your inspiration. I was touched...truly I was.

No labourer of mortal being beats the sun
out of bed not even the little one
succumbed to slumber in the bony shadow

loved the metaphors!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thank you Muse, this one is a baby of mine for sure...I'm glad you like it :)
Muse

11 Years Ago

And that I did!
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

:)
Unique style indeed , notes made sense Dark side of the Moon my favourite album.Such an enjoyable read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thanks very much, Dark Side is certainly one of my top-five favourites :P
Your style of writing is very unique but that makes it all the more enjoyable... nicely done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Thank you so much :)
You really know how to write them! I'm all like.. hm I don't understand some of where this is coming from, then I look at your notes and it suddenly makes a whole new world of sense! haha nicely done :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Haha you don't know how happy I am to hear that...no joke :)
quixotic_rose

12 Years Ago

awe yay! :D
kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

:D
i like the discovery part .....well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Thank you^^

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Added on July 21, 2012
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Tags: piper, gates, dawn, wind, willows, graeame, pink, floyd, syd, barrett

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kublakhan27

Nova Scotia, Canada



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