A phenomenon
\nA circumstance
\nBehold a forest scene
\nIn the Backwoods
\nA setting
\nBeautiful and green
\nAn old house
\nFar from anywhere
\nMiss Kelty
\nAnd her daughters
\nPeace and quiet
\nAnd tranquillity
\nThe stepping stones
\nTo far away
\nIn visions
\nOf normality<\/p>\n
A hermitage of sorts
\nAn elemental place
\nA mother living all alone
\nJust a wild and calming space
\nGrowing up imagining
\nAssumptions everywhere
\nA sort of serendipity
\nThe randomness they share<\/p>\n
Able with a vigour
\nWith resources all around
\nWood to chop
\nFish to catch
\nThe sights how they abound
\nA true survivability
\nAn overwhelming power
\nCompelling and assertive
\nHow the eyes can flower<\/p>\n
Can resurrect an image
\nOf life perhaps before
\nThe beauty of each moment
\nIn the mind there on the floor
\nA sister lost forever
\nSpirited away
\nA story of the stepping stones
\nWhere once yes we did play<\/p>\n
A parent old and loving
\nA sister whisked away
\nWho took a trip to Heaven
\nOn a fated day
\nAnd I was left with mother
\nWho cried for Mother Earth
\nWho knew the span of History
\nPresent on the earth<\/p>\n
We spoke in our own language
\nOne day dear mother she
\nWent to join my sister
\nIn the Heaven full and free
\nBeyond the trees high in the sky
\nLaying on the floor
\nI pressed the blossoms on her eyes
\nTo help her see some more<\/p>\n
She had been my inspiration
\nMy connection to this place
\nShe was dominant but gentle
\nAnd let me run and chase
\nPlay and join the spirits
\nThe backwoods did inspire
\nThe harmony of being
\nAnd the resourcefulness of fire<\/p>\n
She laid down on that morning
\nWeaker than before
\nHer breathing became laboured
\nIt made me feel unsure
\nThe immensity of losing her
\nMy surroundings though I knew
\nEvery nook and cranny
\nOn my memory I drew<\/p>\n
The wilderness was living
\nWhere Mother stared into
\nHer spirit had gone somewhere else
\nThat much I knew was true
\nAlone I watched her body
\nThe only dweller now
\nThe cottage by the river
\nAnd A chapter as to how<\/p>\n
The delivery boy came hither
\nAnd shouted to the sky
\nI managed to scream a message out
\nAnd he came up by and by
\nFollowed by the sheriff
\nAnd a Dr who
\nFound me where I was hiding
\nHis eyes to mine he drew<\/p>\n
Frightened startled rarely
\nHad I seen a man so tall
\nThis was now my place my world
\nThe vicinity was all
\nI had ever wished for
\nThe surroundings were where I
\nMade up all my stories
\nEncompassing the sky<\/p>\n
On the edge of somewhere
\nBound by the forest gay
\nWhere I laid my head each night
\nAnd dreamed of far away
\nMy imagination, the stories in my head
\nThe regularity of form
\nWhere often I was led<\/p>\n
Through the mirror
\nOf uncertainty
\nA portal somewhere to
\nAnother world of happiness
\nWhere I could just go through
\nMeeting Dr Lovell
\nHe brought to me some care
\nHe really talked my language
\nAnd was seemingly aware<\/p>\n
An outstretched arm
\nA smoothness
\nA soft voice in my ear
\nA women came called Paula
\nWhen she was near, his fear
\nWas prominent I felt it
\nerratic and some what tense
\nUnhurried was his manner
\nWhich seemed to make more sense<\/p>\n
He was kind and was understanding
\nAn earthling to be sure
\nAn individual human being
\nWho just did not ignore
\nMe, nor all my foibles
\nHe was gentle he was kind
\nHe stayed around for several weeks
\nAnd helped me with my mind<\/p>\n
He and the other doctor
\nLived on a boat away
\nDown the hill not very far
\nAnd they came everyday
\nHe helped me with my language
\nHe seemed to understand
\nWith patience he was able
\nTo perceive which did feel grand<\/p>\n
He listened and repeated
\nI couldn\u2019t remember when
\nAnyone else had given me
\nThe time of day and then
\nRepeated how I had spoken
\nA translation exercise
\nAnd they watched me and they cared for me
\nOpening my eyes<\/p>\n
To a kind of lovely joyous state
\nI had not really felt before
\nLiving in my own small world
\nOf dreams and many more
\nVisions of my childhood
\nOf the memories I shared
\nOf the world beyond the mirror
\nWhere sometimes I had dared<\/p>\n
To go how I did tingle
\nWhen he brushed my hair
\nThat kindness I had seldom felt
\nFor me it felt so rare
\nSo comforting so precious
\nThat someone cared for me
\nNot for my looks or expensive clothes
\nBut just what he could see<\/p>\n
The big world outside is heavy
\nWith people and with noise
\nA furnace of destruction
\nA way with all of poise
\nA loudness the blast of city life
\nVoices yelling bawling shouting
\nPollution and so much strife
\nDissonance and disharmony
\nSuch harshness on the ear
\nThe stories in my memory
\nExchanged for yet more fear<\/p>\n
It appears that I was getting known
\nOther people came
\nA newspaper man with a camera
\nWho now should I blame?
\nJerry or was it Paula
\nOr the other experts who
\nWanted to get their hands on me
\nThe wild child it was true<\/p>\n
The scraping rasping harshness
\nA hospital was where
\nThey took me to have lots of tests
\nThe tension that was there
\nThe bedlam and the aura\u2019s
\nAnd the sadness and the grief
\nI had to find myself again
\nTo regain some relief<\/p>\n
The smell there was convulsive
\nThere was lots of light
\nBut an over riding darkness
\nThat reminded me at night
\nHow loneliness came back again
\nJust nobody there to care
\nProfessionals but heartless
\nAnd,strongly unaware<\/p>\n
Jerry came and saw me
\nAnd straight a way could feel
\nThe vagueness and the reason
\nHe felt it, it was real
\nI actually did communicate
\nAnd he did so to me
\nHis assiduousness was relevant
\nIt was how it had to be<\/p>\n
We communicated on the spot
\nHe picked me up and ran
\nHe felt the grief within me
\nThat when it began
\nTo dawn on me in his defence
\nDeveloping a plan
\nTo study me and consequently
\nImprison me and be
\nin their shackles all my life
\nNever to be free<\/p>\n
He carried me away
\nTo safety
\nAnd out to the court
\nLegalistic tremors
\nThey obscured my thought
\nAnd I showed my conviction
\nA moral certainty
\nAnd I found a new family
\nAn adoption thus for me<\/p>\n
Living with the sheriff and his lady
\nSo much care
\nNot only just for them but me
\nAn awareness it was there
\nWe kind of helped each other
\nTo see the light of day
\nTo marvel at its greatness
\nTo share each bout of play<\/p>\n
To be myself,to wonder
\nMy day dreams were all mine
\nJerry and Paula married
\nAnd their life was divine
\nThey had a little daughter
\nAnd she and I became
\nFriends a brand new sister
\nA bright and gentle flame<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A phenomenon A circumstance Behold a forest scene In the Backwoods A setting Beautiful and green An old house Far from anywhere Miss Kelty And her daughters Peace and quiet And tranquillity The stepping stones To far away In visions … Continue reading