L'aura del Campo

Once we were turtles. Caught between a judd and two juggs.

Once we were turtles

Cruelty surfaces
from chill depths of dust
seeking to breathe
in my longing to touch
your long suffering
abnegation of lust.

Once we were turtles
mating in the sea
and salt joining
in an ancient dance,
our offspring buried beneath
a sandy shore, waiting
for the pull of a tide.

Now we abide
this separation,
avert our eyes, deny
what we created,
what once we were
who we are still
among these fossils, hills,
this spance of land
that once was sea.

© Kåre Enga [164.146] 07-07-23

IMAGES:

In the alley I always used:

Green bottle of Fägermeister stashed by the stairs; cigarette butts; weeds; stench; the mulberry has grown but much has remained the same; the voices from the bar above; ailanthus seeds turning yellow.

THOUGHTS:

If I was born on Jayne Mansfield's birthday and Ashley Judd was born on my 16th birthday, does that mean I'm caught between one judd and two juggs?

My therapist informed me today that she is a Slytherin! She considers the snake to be a symbol of healing and she is a healer of trauma. Good thing I'm a Hufflepuff?

I want my banana! [it's looking at me ...]

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