Thursday, 2 October 2014
Rosalind
On the day that Rosalind died
my sisters and I
stood in straight alignment
like 3 celestial bodies in syzygy
My brother-in-law
Brian
and I
carried the void she left in our lives
on our shoulders
to my airing cupboard
where we hid it
in the snicket
between the bath towels
and the torn curtains
we do not have the heart
to throw away
I felt blurred / slanted
so he took me by the hand
and led me to the garden
where dreams reside
in a state of temporal viscosity
We fell on to our hands and knees
in the apricity of the winter sun
searching for answers
hidden like newly laid robin’s eggs
in the snow
until our fingers and toes were red raw
and the clouds in the savage geometric prism
through which I see the world
had begun to clear
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I wish mum had been around to hold this book in her hands. She knew that we were going to start this process with Unbound before she passed but I would have loved to have seen the look on her little face when I go into a book shop and see Ex on a shelf for the first time.
posted 2nd October 2014
a very touching meditation. Well done. You've done two jobs, wrote the book and, the more difficult one, of selling it to people.
posted 2nd October 2014