Play Time:
A lot has happened
since that day
How can we tell you
everything that has come to pass? No need.
The time will come
for the unfolding, for the unbinding, For the loosing.
A piece I can tell
you here and now.
It’s just for you so
don’t tell.
We have to go over
here by these bushes and trees. This is my house.
These branches and
spiky thorns are the roof.
These trunks growing
gnarly and twisted, these are the walls.
Here is the hatch,
see how I can stand
here at the hatch just like mummy.
Would you like a
coffee? (Just pretend, I don’t like it either).
Let me grind the
beans.
Let’s pretend theses Hawthorne
berries are coffee beans
I’m going to grind
them with…
Let me see….
Oh yes with this
stone for a coffee grinder.
The ground is hard
packed soil.
Pressed down by tiny
feet playing and running.
While others are
spitting
Standing facing the
wall for some misdemeanour
Holding hands with
the nice dinner lady
The one with painted
fingernails and beautiful rain mac who had her favourites
Playing kiss catch,
hopscotch, skipping ropes.
Me and my friend Susannah,
or Jude or Thomas were in the Hawthorne
Out of sight – in the
safe house.
Until Miss Gledhill
in a bee hive and 1950s suit that I thought was so elegant
Rang the hand bell
for us to go in.
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