Hallucinations in Pink
It was a short and steady poem from an age when people wrote letters. Papers of dust from the underworld opened like woven cobwebs drown you in smell and later, hallucinations. and I see a pink doll frock washed carefully and left to dry. While I wait with my little dolly at the kitchen door I tell her stories of princesses in pink gowns. and of our evenings, flights of fancies. She had chubby cheeks for me to kiss and yellow curls. so that, I could dream.