Author: Reena Saxena

Peter Logan died alone at the age of eighty four. Their were no mourners at his death, no funeral, just placement in a cardboard box, followed by incineration in a furnace. His earthly body disposed of and forgotten. He was unmarried, an only child, no family, friends or acquaintances to pray for his soul. Perhaps prayer would have echoed in the cosmos and changed things.

Peter craved power, he craved control and he craved instant release for his sexual desires. He tried a few mundane jobs after university, but he felt ignored, unwanted, his potential not used. He became frustrated with his life and was seeking change. It was then that he met Father Bob.

Father Bob was always on the lookout…

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83

I
wonder
if they are
happy to be
gawked at by many
people, being displayed
upside down here in this hall?
Are the many voyeurs fearful?
What if the strings break sending people
art crashing down hard on top of their heads?

Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 83: Prompt: Picture and Perspective

Your or Mine

Whose perspective is right

I see the shadows upright

You praise the magic of the light

I see them hanging down from ceiling

For you they give a different feeling

Whose is a better sight

Whose perspective is right

Your or Mine

I watch the play and come back home

You link it to life’s every zone

I praise the gown the lady wore

You thought a skirt would have suited more

Comparing gives a tough fight

Whose perspective is right

Your or Mine

Thinking deep, I finally find

What appears six to you

For me can well be nine

Perspectives are both right

Be it your, be it mine !!!

The above is written in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 83