Holiday 2009: Suite
i.
Where do I start it?
This narrative of freedom?
Three pm flight out?
ii. Singapore
Awake for twenty
hours no wonder my feet hurt
reiki! reiki! rei....
iii. Denmark
Saw Mary's house but
Fred and her were out it seems -
No milk on doorstep
iv. Edinburgh
It's the accent that
gets me - "do yer ken?"
That and the shortbread
v. Loch Ness
Small bus to big lake
guide - a madman in a kilt
High speed on thin roads....
vi. York
Romans and Vikings -
More ghosts than can be counted
Minster choir at dusk
vii. Naburn
Noble horses snort
while crossing the Trans-Pennine
Pinch me - I'm dreaming...
viii. Whitby
Harbouring history
In weathered stone - and stories
of jet-black vampires.
ix. Heptonstall (Sylvia Plath's grave)
The pilgrimage to
her small white gravestone; as if
no one else knew her.
x. Haworth (Bronte Parsonage)
Teensy tiny books
by teensy tiny women.
Madness on the moors.
xi. London
Three hours - Tate Modern
Power station for our art -
Abstract lifts my soul.
Cathy Dineen
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Speed Round 13.3
i.
Signs and gestures
breaking down between
you, me and i
ii.
minutes blink away
as spaces space moments
between breathes.
iii.
Which bit didn’t
you live in freedom and
restful now.
Karen McVean
Signs and gestures
breaking down between
you, me and i
ii.
minutes blink away
as spaces space moments
between breathes.
iii.
Which bit didn’t
you live in freedom and
restful now.
Karen McVean
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