Mornings, in the new house we had moved, were fresh as daisies- fields with cold gutsy winds - an empty white house, each morning - felt as i'd woken in my piece of heaven. The gate-keepers waved as i got it in - all it missed, were the angels singing, the flapping curtains - however, giggled at their absence
The kids, i checked, were in their bunk beds, fast asleep - fragile - drops of dew on the winter leaf. In a forest, not too wild to be unsafe. The forest was me.
The furniture had not moved - the empty insides, it seemed were outside. When you walk in an empty house, the sounds, make you think you're in a cave, drops of water, dripping in a distance. As you walk inwards - the house and the cave, make you their own. After a while you are the house, you are the cave. While you're still walking, you are the heaven and you are the demons who rule it.
I made tea - thinking about this, amidst this vast emptiness.
What am i turning into?
"Dad" - the shaitan, Agnes, woke up - the batman jersey, the cotton chappals - Walk said one King said other . Ruffled hair.
"Wheres my tea ?"
"Pirate mug - near the stove"
She walked up to me, hugged.
Water stopped dripping, the cave disappeared, grass grew on the bony rock. The house and everything within it, grew and settled like they'd always been there - "like the oldest teak in the evergreen forests" said the fan
Kissing Ag, i asked her if she slept well -
" i was a volcano in yesterdays dream - i was like woooooshhhh" the saga began
" i was the beast in a mean old town - heaven " i mumbled
"Mavshi makes better tea than you Joe" ...
I smiled back. Its breakfast time
The kids, i checked, were in their bunk beds, fast asleep - fragile - drops of dew on the winter leaf. In a forest, not too wild to be unsafe. The forest was me.
The furniture had not moved - the empty insides, it seemed were outside. When you walk in an empty house, the sounds, make you think you're in a cave, drops of water, dripping in a distance. As you walk inwards - the house and the cave, make you their own. After a while you are the house, you are the cave. While you're still walking, you are the heaven and you are the demons who rule it.
I made tea - thinking about this, amidst this vast emptiness.
What am i turning into?
"Dad" - the shaitan, Agnes, woke up - the batman jersey, the cotton chappals - Walk said one King said other . Ruffled hair.
"Wheres my tea ?"
"Pirate mug - near the stove"
She walked up to me, hugged.
Water stopped dripping, the cave disappeared, grass grew on the bony rock. The house and everything within it, grew and settled like they'd always been there - "like the oldest teak in the evergreen forests" said the fan
Kissing Ag, i asked her if she slept well -
" i was a volcano in yesterdays dream - i was like woooooshhhh" the saga began
" i was the beast in a mean old town - heaven " i mumbled
"Mavshi makes better tea than you Joe" ...
I smiled back. Its breakfast time
