The Colour Turquoise

– My Poems (3)

An evil eye?
Hot long days and water fights,
We three young graces
Playing chasing games
With the French girls in their bustiers
Bound firmly in place with multiple straps.
Why me?
Aqua.
Girl guides' blouses bursting out all over.
He couldn't be trusted with a map on the moor.
And the swans swam on
As the Chelsea pensioners
In their crimson coats
Overlooked the Eton mess of my
Tiny Turquoise polka dot triangles,
Tied up with string,
And the streaks of freckles on my 
Sore pink limbs.
Dad had them when they were
Tiny flat strapless blobs
Beneath the turquoise 'honey' top.
Why me?
Was it Mum's turquoise stone ring,
Indicating the way with its evil eye?
Pointing to an impression of his palm
In his mind's eye?
And planning to traverse the corridor
To trespass upon me?



© Patricia Goldberg 2021
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Published by simplyme841

How I got through it I really don't know, but I did a vow of silence for learning disabilities for a year a couple of years ago. I had wanted to do it for three or four years beforehand, after finding out about an Australian who did it for the animals. But the timing was never right. It was difficult but during the silence I learnt about John Francis, the environmentalist and author, who did it for seventeen years whilst walking barefoot across America playing the banjo. I had to make sure I drank enough fluids and had plenty of exercise so that my respiratory system didn't collapse, and learnt new things and read difficult books to keep my mind alert. It is very tough again during lockdown too, but immensely difficult for those with learning disabilities. I began writing my poetry last spring in the first Covid pandemic lockdown, and it poured out of me. But as you can tell from my readings my voice is still weak.

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