Hello,
I won't stay long! But I thought you might be interested to read a new version of THE TRUE LIGHT which I decided to write today... Essentially it's THE TRUE LIGHT - the prose version!
I hope you enjoy it, anyway!
More next week - when I should be able to report on how reading on Radio Wey went and I should finally be able to announce the release of a new Youtube/Vimeo film set on The Isle of Wight.
That's all for now! Enjoy!!
Yeti hugs,
Paul xx
THE TRUE LIGHT
(ALTERNATIVE PROSE VERSION)
“I promise you, sincerely… Darling, you have to believe me...” he pleaded.
She wasn't convinced, but listened all the same.
“I'm a changed person…” he insisted. “I've realised how stupid I am… “
“You've seen the light, I take it!?”
“Yes… Yes, darling… That's exactly it! I have… You and I together, baby…”
“You expect a lot of me…”
“I do – and I know that, but with your help we can get through this!”
“Stop begging… It's very unbecoming in a man of your age…” she said.
“I’m sorry…” he agreed, he was very good at grovelling…
It was one of his strengths and it limited him not to be able to play that card!
“It's just that I no longer feel like I know you any more…”
“But we can get to know one another again… You'll see the new me…”
“Really… Well, I'm sorry – I’m not sure I can cope with all the infidelities…”
“But darling… I did it for you… That mild flirtation with the milkman…”
“It was a little more than that, I’d say! The full civil partnership, I thought!”
“But you do realise that we got a discount on our bill because of that…”
“50p off! Big deal… But what about the paperboy - I found you two in bed...”
“That was another discount, baby - I told you! I was trying to save us money!”
“And the butcher? Was it cheap sausage you were after? What about the baker?”
“He has nice buns – don’t tell me you don’t like his buns, darling…”
“…And the vicar's wife? Don’t tell me… Cheap entry tickets to heaven?”
"Now don’t be so frivolous, I explained that, darling…” he reminded her.
“I do recall that you tried to – but remind me… Mistaken identity, wasn’t it?”
“I hadn't got my glasses on and I mistook her for you…”
“But sweetheart – the vicar’s wife is almost eighty…”
“Please honey… Let's not fight about this, now… Why don't we be friends?”
“You’re not getting a kiss or a cuddle out of me that easily…” she told him.
“But we don’t need to fight like this… Surely… Let me make it up to you!”
“I know you – you think every argument is won with a trip to the bedroom!?”
“I wouldn’t say that…” he replied sadly, but he knew she was right.
“It's your solution to everything, darling!” she said. “It’s your trademark…”
“Am I that predictable?” he enquired, attempting puppy dog eyes.
“I'm afraid you are? And stop doing that with your eyes; it makes you look peculiar!”
“Let me prove you wrong, honey…” he said. “Let me show you I've changed…”
“Because truly, you’ve seen the light… Is that it?"
“I’ll make you see I’m right, darling – if you just give me one more chance…”
She stared at him pityingly, there had been good times once…
But that was a long, long time ago.
“You’re talking complete bollocks…” she replied.
For she knew the score – he wasn't the only one to have truly seen the light...
THE TRUE LIGHT (PROSE VERSION) was written especially to celebrate the 10th anniversary of my poem THE TRUE LIGHT and it appears in the 10th anniversary edition of JUNK/FOOD which is published in November 2011. All copyrights for this post belong to Paul Chandler, 2011.
