a play interrupted
(by your stare)
the orchard
Kitchen :
when the four icecubes inside his mouth
turns to water
she pulls away
Her :
there is no landscape
Him :
yes , there is . It is not well described yet
Her :
the silence makes me bleed
Him :
let the hidden speak
___
Orchard :
Daughter :
there are still oranges growing here !
Son :
they might be bitter
taste one
Daughter :
yes , why shouldn't I
the Mother ( calling ) :
Come see the house children !
Daughter :
yes
Son :
count to five
Daughter and Son :
( counting )
the Mother (shouting) :
are you coming ?
Son :
no
Daughter :
no?
Son :
there is no house
Daughter :
yes there is , come now before she calls again
Son :
there is no house and the orchard keeps growing
there is a crash
loud sound heard
loud
a kind of music
a pressure against the ear
NIGHT FALLS
(Her :
did you hear that ?)
(Him :
yes)
(Her :
it is breathing again)
(Him :
the orchard)
(Her :
the house)
outside
a dog is barking faintly
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-04-03 at 12:41
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English War Veteran aged 98 |
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Zoya Zaidi |
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Thomas Selnes |
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Lourdes |
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