Tag: margaret_atwood

I want to show you something.
I gave you time and space, and you made your own use of it.
I think we should look on the bright side. Until we know for sure.
They look at one another. Ashen-faced, shaken.
Dark in here too, wherever here is.
Are they going back the way they came?
Would they be cursing, pleading, bemoaning their fate?
What would they be saying if they could hear?
The hour’s now come, she whispers to him.
Where’s the rest of the party?
Don’t be worried if there’s some strange noises, it’s part of the play.
We’re sailing you across the sea to a desert isle.
This is a whole other world, one he’s never thought much about.
But once you’ve climbed a ladder, what use is it?
There’s a murmur of voices.
The main doors open. The group enters. The main doors close.
The palm trees are already on location, correct?
If anything happens, this never happened.
Normal life.
His spirits plunge, then soar, then plunge again.