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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4125 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Keyring Vienna (Carole Barley) Square of leather stamped with the outline of Sagittarius. Edges blunted with time, hide glossed with years fumblings of fingers. Summer; the outlook was trees and trees and trees. Neat mowed lawns and a huge chess set the more mobile amongst us would play. Occupational therapy, nearest I could get to poetry. The stamping of leather a way of damning the June warmth and mourning my loss. At five o clock the sun would rest on pink flowers on the old brick walls; cast a luminescence that invited thought. Serenity came as shards, bright but sharp, iluminating, drawing heart-blood. I accepted your absence, almost. I was mad to all but my mother with her bony white hands and grey sea eyes. I was mad and mad in a fury of indifference. In August, cosmos blooms uncurled, frail feathers of green. A man called Pete rescued me with twilight meanderings. We listened to birdsong and I told him I didn't love him. I watched the sky; after a summer storm the rain made the earth the exact colour of my fathers eyes. It was then I fastened the keyring to my bunch of silver openings, made my way home. |
