1973
Watercolour
Where shall I make my home?
In the vast
emptiness of
the spacious
heart? Its four
chambers, its
four seasons?
My childhood
home in the
left
ventricle, beach umbrella below.
Night sky, Perseids in August,
all the skies
of summer, heavy
as forest, as
dreams.
Where shall I make my home?
In the vast
memory of the
shadow world?
The river of
childhood, its
four seasons.
Desire in the
right ventricle,
my secret
place below.
Where shall I take the colour blue?
I could make
my home in sorrow’s
face, its four
seasons,
Maxfield
Parrish blue.
The road below
the house,
below the
night sky, the road
through story,
through
river, the
road, the
dance, four
seasons.
Beth Follett lives in St. John’s NL. She was the publisher of Pedlar Press for twenty-five years.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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