the architecture
of a memory
her fingertip
traces the blueprint
a family
home, the rooms
the verandah
the structure
rises with her words
the maiden
aunts
bachelor
uncles
dogs
running
the children gathering
eggs, separating milk
spirits
fill the room
who will
call them
when she’s
gone
where will they be?
where will they be?
Beautiful sadness.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of Antigone Kefala line, before whom will the drama be enacted - on the death of her parents.
ReplyDeleteReminds me that f my childhood, even the clouds.
ReplyDeleteGreat first line. Beautiful ending. Nostalgic, sad.
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