And now I'm here to let you go. |
The furl of freshly flowered drooping delphinium stands with belltops dancing around my ankles. Around the doorframe bunches the branches of the bushy bowered nasturtium, and I try to look at these and not inside. A door opens and closes somewhere upstairs, beyond me and my black shadow. We stand alone, drunk as flies in the glittering heat which spreads outwards from the orifice. The blue-black orifice of home. The air is like the fetid womb of fallow and forest, blowing out of the groaning house. The key in my hand- My hand holds the key and it seems to be all that is sharp and clean all that is left of the home that held hopes here. Shutters shudder in the wind which whines and winds it winsome way around my motionless self. It is a humpback building on a hunched hill even now looking like a fairytale place But the golden glamour has bled out into the carpet, cold, now that the warmth has been sapped away. I see nothing in this house. All sounds just echoes of your girl grace. The smells are heavy as if the house itself is clinging to your stupidly happy imprint. Perhaps that’s why the door refused me entrance. Your swelled body, your flushed smile, is no longer mine. Because I came home too late. And now I’m here to let you go. 40 lines |