Title
Aardvark and me
Artist
Ed Meredith
Medium
Drawing - Charcoal, Pastel On Paper Towle And Drawing Board
Description
A quick sketch for a silly story...
The Story came first on one of Viet Tran's poetry threads a while ago.
The Drawing is a quick sketch finished just moments ago in
Charcoal and Pastel on Bounty Paper Towel and Drawing Board
The following is as posted on Viet's thread in 2017:
As i sat having a glass(es) of Grappa and reading the poetry written here,
Viet's "Dust" and Jim’s “Rabbit Hole” set my mind in a long winded stream of nonsensical gymnastics…
and this is the end results of reading and writing poetry while drinking Grappa … LOL
The Aardvark and me
i followed an old troll
down the rabbit hole
which was quite a tight fit
i must admit
i was very surprised
when my searching eyes
adjusted to the dusty dark
i found myself face to face
in this somewhat cramped space
with very large angry looking Aardvark
“Stay where you are
you’ve come too far”
the Aardvark said a gravelly voice
"There’s no way to turn back
but I’ll cut you some slack
if you answer my riddle of choice”
there was nothing i could do you see
but to completely agree
so i did
hesitantly
the Aardvark approached
with his look of reproach
i thought
“A RIDDLE”
“A RIDDLE”
and my heart went all paradiddle
“SNARE-DRUM”
i shouted with a start
into the face of one very surprised Aardvark
“Calm down"
he said as we slowly came nose to nose
“Let me first pose my riddle before you piddle
and blurt your answer without contemplation
so stop your mind’s fearful gyration
and hear my words then think them through
for there's more than one answer that will do
and if it is solved your trespass will be absolved
so compose yourself here is my riddle to you”
"As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?"
“I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW”
i said in a rapid voice
not my choice
"can i have another one please instead
for i’ve lived a sheltered life
and never had a wife
let alone cats and kits in a sack
please oh please take this riddle back
give me another
Oh God i feel like i’m going to smother”
“RELAX”
the Aardvark said seemingly concerned
"There is one thing i know one thing i have learned
a mind set to fraught in worthless distraught
never finds solutions in its disillusions”
"So we’ll try another my smooth skinned brother
but this will be the last so answer true
this riddle that’s posed from me to you"
“Now think out of the box
when i tell you that a fox
a chicken and a sack of corn
must be carried across the river
but the farmer was forwarned
to ferry them across one at a time
for if left together she knows the design
the fox will eat the chicken and the chicken the corn
how does she do it what is the idea that is born
my mind raced and paced
searching for a solution a locution
to the dilemma the farmer faced
i couldn’t think or a reason or rhyme
so i blurted out my answer in double time…
"The farmer begins by carrying the chicken across the river
and she notices her reflection in the water with a shiver
she can barely recognize the person staring back holding a chicken in her arms
“What’s happened to me?” she asks herself. "since moving to the farm
I haven't picked up a paintbrush in more than a year"
her eyes glazed over and began to tear
and now she’s carrying animals and sacks of grain
across a river with those thoughts with running through her brain
"Is this why I spent two years at the Institute of Art?”"
the Aardvark chuckled and laughed
and said i was daft
“Very clever my hairless friend
not knowing the rules but what to bend
your answer did amused
you’ve pay the trespass dues
you may pass but alas
think twice before you do follow another troll down a rabbit-hole
there’s always a price to pay alway a another toll to come your way”
edmeredith
2:00 AM
10/18/2017
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July 17th, 2023
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