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In Between The Glaze
- It has just passed midnight on midsummer’s day. Phyllis is out of bed; restless for now, but still very content, looking upon the stars and thinking of her many sweet memories.
A bat saunters past the double-glazing,
Soaring gently in the moonlit skies.
Phyllis finds nights as close as these amazing,
The air outside is still and dry.
It will be a while before she shuts her eyes;
The night is too sweet to waste.
So lamping under a sunless horizon,
Flies a fathomless imagination into space.
First ‘Lis thinks of her mother and brothers,
And older sisters who have passed.
Her sunshine is her memories;
Her husband’s shadow now is of one surpassed.
He was a man not to be crossed;
An ungentle giant figure, of epic proportions.
He would sometimes get like;
Life was an after-affect, of loveless contortions.
Next she thinks of the future;
A life for her grandchildren and future ancestors.
In a time beyond chalky blackboards,
And the taboo of outlawed hand gestures
She foresees them scouring the planet;
Viewing waltzes and exotic fandangos.
Rose-tinted cataracts see no more granite;
In lands where men grow mangoes.
She sees all these things in a glimpse,
Through no portal, a simple window pane.
No visionary, but she looks ahead through the frame,
Bent over her trusty cane.
And all the same she grips that stick even tighter,
Weight resting on wooden age.
Taste in her mouth of sour onion and sage,
Her frame the embodiment of a cage.
- Phyllis returned to bed in the subdued mood of preoccupation. She was found by the postman the following morning, and pronounced dead at the scene by paramedics.
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