Going home
I'm a bent-neck marionette
swaying 'mid the breeze blown leaves
of my favourite tree.
I am my childhood swing.
Note: No profile exists for this entry - most likely it was deleted.
Comments
It's interesting to see this rueful take on this innocent piece of your childhood. Very pared down and wistful?
I like this too.
I am quite a fan of your work.
This, to me, says so much of loss and abandonement,and nostalgia for a time that you can never have again, so perfectly in so very few words.
Excellent.
If you wish to post a comment you must login.
winston plowes
Fri 30th Apr 2010 00:46
Powerful and compact Kathryn. Jarred a bit on 'mid ?could it just be with? Loving your posts
Win