Tuesday 19 April 2016

Long- Distance

Long -distance

He sent letters with foreign stamps,
and Chinese symbols and haiku poetry
scribbled on the outside of them.

She’d smell spices and seeds
she’d never tasted, Garam marsala,
Cumin and Pomegranate.

Then she’d read breathless between the lines
for the words that evaded her.
She’d begin to doubt herself.

And hunger assailing
she’d brew from his narrative
a story that fed hers.

She never really knew him.

She simply invented.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016

1 comment:

  1. Always loved receiving letters from faraway places. I wonder if the younger generation even know what it feels like to receive a letter or a card from far away?