I don't know how many theatregoers [children or adult] down the years have even been aware of this dualism, but as a device it's loaded with psychological resonance, a way of representing aspects of the complex dynamics at the heart of parent-child relationships: love, discipline, respect, freedom of expression, degrees of dependence or independence, trust, anger, wilfulness, frustration, caring and on and on.
Today's poem attempts a singular take on the theme, a father's-eye view of the drama. The picture is just a visual pun...
Hook and I
Hook and I, twin aspects woven from a common thread: a face of love a face of dread.
In the tapestry of dreams, spun boundless from your softly sleeping head, fierce battles are engaged.
By force of will you foil the dark oppressor with his claw of steel and fly triumphant to your lair…
while in the mundane world you lie defenceless, toss and turn as I, with caring hand, smoothe down your counterpane and stroke your tousled hair.
Thanks for reading and have a good week. S :-)
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