Thursday, 31 July 2014
A WALKING LOVESONG FOR MY NIECES
A dog's song.
I am in a hurry to reach my nieces
before bed songs.
Paw prints on my Gap white t-shirt:
Grace, next door, wanted to play;
the shortest journey stretches the longest
as I count my way
Dandelions tempt me
and I denude one, shamelessly;
I bury my nose in lilac and think
everything is lavender this day.
I pass immaculate glass conservatories
and somewhere a tractor disturbs
the evening chorus.
Eva, can you hear my
sandals treading swiftly?
Ellie, will you decipher lavender
when you brush against my thigh,
when you use my limbs as props
When you gesture imperiously,
© Shaista, 2014
I love all of my nieces and my nephew equally, of course, but can only walk to two of them. I write as I walk, carving words in rhythm to my steps, gathering flowers, which they might like to eat when I arrive…