Coming home I’m greeted by the weaverbird’s penthouse
rocking in a tree, my crystal dewdrop snowflake lamp pearl
necklace draped with glittering sleighs, like a waterfall in
time-warp, chair with purple mask, Thai handbag & glass
plate with flowers raised in frozen state, two mermaids
guarding my Delft porcelain shepherdess, the slender
garland-wearing fairy holding a bouquet in perfect fairy
hands adorned with beaded strings
Dad’s crystal jug, a chipped whiskey glass, cobwebs on
school desk seats, then on to my bedroom, a pink rose on
the snow-white table of creeping vines with a black radio
indicating technology happens here; white & silver fairy
wings on my bed – stopped in her flight – a shiny magic
wand, three happy dolls waving from the nightstand and my
paper-doll smiling sweetness, long sea-shell strings and
another lilac magic wand hung together with a half-moon
One lilac and one silver rose clipped to the curtains & a
picture of the blue sea next to the mirror - uplifting
lines pasted on the inside of my cupboard - I sigh with
contentment – this is my little paradise and all these
things are symbols, each representing an ideal, a
special dream…
9 October 2013
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