Remember This, Love, for Time is a Loop

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Right before our parting, mother sat me down in a meadow. She apologetically held my hands then placed a flower crown on my hair.

She said, “Remember this, love, for time is a loop. You will come back for me.”

Little did she know, time was in denial.

So suddenly as I realised this, she turned into a montage of old photographs between flashing lights.

I saw her,

the staggering girl between

dark webs,

I saw her vague fingers inside

his feathered glory,

such indifferent beak cloud,

white rush oh there there

brute brute blood!

here’s burning roof and tower

the centre cannot hold,

things fall apart…

____

Phrases in W. B. Yeats’ poems “Leda and the Swan” and “The Second Coming”, in this part of my book, are rearranged in an attempt of deconstruction. WB Yeats poems are an integral and essential part of my book, When I, My Own Daughter, available here.

Photo Credit: Alessio Albi

 

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