WHERE I´M FROM
à la Francesca
Dreaming life as hands
wrap with pink pins,
Marsiglia and Ponds scented.
A world dark and warm under stairs
or
mossy, full of dandelions milky stickiness.
Reach for incense, guilt and clay camels
shaped by apple orchard,
eternal city and ocean liner.
Gatherings at feast of
Spaghetti and Sweet Corn
with Krueger and Meschiari.
Talking of Worriers and Warriors.
or
Tales of war times she remembers,
of the eye he lost
when life was returned to him
by fairies in many coloured books.
I am from numbered folders
on wooden shelves
images of worlds
I will never know
and
of people…. with voices never heard by me.
Grandpa, elusive whisper in a dream,
everything
will be …… all right.
@EvB
Based on the model by www.georgeellalyon.com
Elizabeth Van Brooks 