04-05-2017, 08:20 PM
Levitation
The kitchen was always in winter
a pantry full in shadow,
odours bagged in the fields,
washed in damp soil and peeled paint.
Picked at carcasses lay in rest,
white bones draped in tea towels.
Thin air wafted sweetness
in the drizzle of cooling cakes
and the promise of fresh rye bread.
The worn down work tops
cut away to hands that rolled in pastry
and carried liquid jelly to set outside
in snow that drifted for the day.
A bottomless Belfast sink bubbled
above a makeshift step, positioned
to deploy child-labour onto chores.
The walls gleamed with fired green
tiles crafted flat, almost without seams.
Stood in the doorway between two poems,
a child looked along the mirrored finish,
cast a spell, one arm one leg, the words said
as his body lifted off the ground.
The kitchen was always in winter
a pantry full in shadow,
odours bagged in the fields,
washed in damp soil and peeled paint.
Picked at carcasses lay in rest,
white bones draped in tea towels.
Thin air wafted sweetness
in the drizzle of cooling cakes
and the promise of fresh rye bread.
The worn down work tops
cut away to hands that rolled in pastry
and carried liquid jelly to set outside
in snow that drifted for the day.
A bottomless Belfast sink bubbled
above a makeshift step, positioned
to deploy child-labour onto chores.
The walls gleamed with fired green
tiles crafted flat, almost without seams.
Stood in the doorway between two poems,
a child looked along the mirrored finish,
cast a spell, one arm one leg, the words said
as his body lifted off the ground.
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