Sarah St Vincent Welch #58 at the Cross in the White Room at the Yellow House

 at the Cross

         in the White Room

                  at the Yellow House

white room dreams

psyche

talked Jung over dinner

memories, dreams, reflections

we woke

from the journey, inland

to the city

a street of sculptures

flock of night correllas

poems of mist

on Sunday

in the white room

at the yellow house

white rose and skylight

at The Cross

beside me, two mandarins

on a white chair
(like a still life)

keeping your place

waxy scent of a rosy pear

balanced in my hand

an artist's face and portraits
come to mind

and the idea of worlds

I taste moon cakes in a poem

lucent places we find

think how we watched jellyfish

in the harbour in the morning
walking together