1. Dragged up the stairs of accident and damage towards the broken concrete fortress, you stick your head through the broken tiles and collect what was left behind at school: dinosaurs, educational television, twigs for fingers when you couldn't write.
2. Put your dolls aside and
face up to the day. Your family is a series of cut-out figures hidden in the
forest and who knows what else might emerge? Always the shadow memory of
moments from your past, the echoing cathedral of endurance.
3. You see faces in the rain
and imagine riding a carousel horse away from the rotting and discarded now. The
glass is always broken and missing, there are always steps and ladders to
climb. There is no way out of everybody's dreams.
text © Rupert M
Loydell 2022
illus © A C Evans 1998
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