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The Incomplete Cacophony

Whither Now?

Forbidden

No Windows

Where Brick Fields Lay

Waiata Poi

Yesterday's News

Shall Run Again

Erosion

Must Be The Seat

Nocturnal Howls Surface

A Tale Of Nearly

An Airport, A Harbour
and the Wandering Journeyman
on the Other Side of the Horse

Space Travel Backwards

Towards India Gate

Steps Small
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Behind the Noise
 

Steps Small (Auto-Exhibit)
Words & music by Ed Hooke, Narch-April 2013
  Ed Hooke 2013

 

 

 

 

 


The slightest, lightest of strained strips
tightest, stretch-wrapped round narrow hips.
Slender legs emerge brown and long
like arrows from a quiver.

Her steps small, though she's tall.  Her guard can't fall, reveal all.
And though the breeze starts to tease above her knees, no-one sees.

Shyly down the town's frown crowd street,
Brushing, blushing tries to stay discreet,
Passers-by pass judgements about what's right and wrong
with the glares and stares that they give her.

Her steps small, though she's tall.  Her guard can't fall, reveal all.
And though the breeze starts to tease above her knees, no-one sees.

Peel off those years of bleak and brutal repression
and uncover who you are.

No more the ugly duckling.
Join with the swans in flight
and Cinderella leaves her scullery for light.

Shuffle delicately up the stairs
thighs clasped as hands pressed in impassioned prayers.
Know below the magnetised throng
hope height and gaze will deliver.

Her steps small, though she's tall.  Her guard can't fall, reveal all.
And though the breeze starts to tease above her knees, no-one sees.
Her steps small, though she's tall.  Her guard can't fall, reveal all.
And as the breeze starts to tease above her knees, someone sees.
 

   

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