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A Voyage to Babylon - a story of The Killing Times
December 27, 2013
For Alice and Robbie
Scribbles – after they’ve left sometimes
we find them. Dark red
on a midnight-blue chair, orange
on polished mahogany...
Post Christmas Blog
January 11, 2014
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on polished mahogany – their colour sense
can be subtle. They could be mind-maps
of their day – intense, passionate, crossed
threads of wailing purposes. Suggestive
as ciphers, they defy translation.
I remember, ‘thou shalt not,’ and prickly
horsehair chairs where I fell
into the evil trance of boredom. Even
raised from the pit for the Sunday walk,
sepia prison shades stained
the sunniest day. Perhaps, even now,
they insinuate into Sunday shadows –
a sense of something missed in the passing.
It’s not that children want to make
their marks – nothing so trivial. More,
fascination with a process. And if its untranslatable
it signifies, for us, a house a little
worn in the wearing, like a comfortable shoe –
no prickly chairs, screw clamps
of tedium – a place, not merely
happy, but like old Christmases, merry.