Out of all the small joys from the lonely time before they met
The thing she misses most is Kedgeree
Cooked at the weekend
The house still stinking by Wednesday
Many things changed with love
All for good
But she was still sad about his hatred of smoked fish
Silhouettes stand stark
Twist up from the earth in lines
Figures, petrified
Two floors up, at the top of the house
The largest room, filled with ‘stuff’
My studio
My sanctuary
Another world in my own home
Climbing those stairs
I can be going anywhere, far away
But mostly I go deep inside
Shutting everything else out
Time goes differently here at the top
That tick tock, tick tock
Those seconds that mark
Out the moments of our days
Disappear and become mute, meaningless
Lately I use only a table lamp
I crave a contained light
One that casts shadows
As if in a place of dreams
Before, I would complain
That the one small window
Only let a little light in
It did not seem to be enough
Now, I am more content with
The darkness to the right of me
And the light to one side
Casting shadows
Matching my mood
It has changed what appears
On the paper before me
Honest and true
Another world in my own home
Fairy washing up liquid and freshly picked sweet peas
Smells from my childhood that visit the present and take me back.
Yesterday, today and thirty years ago
A memory that ties me to that time and makes a promise …
That I will never forget the sweet memories of a person so deeply missed.
Those moments of reminiscence, treasured, as if she is standing with me and watching.
Understanding.
Believing in me.
Delighting in me.
Welcome to my new blog – you can find an introduction to and description of this new place in my main blog here….
a notion to wander 