Calm

CALM

At peace,
Silent release,
Dusty corridors left alone,
A feather, cast in a sea breeze.
Torrid valleys I have clambered,
Jagged pieces of disjointed forgetting.
And now I remember.
I cast my line in and drag out the ghosts.

Back again to the silent corridors.
Chasms in any hollow,
Spaces in any hiding place,
Where there is so much internal infinity,
Yet the walls are silent as death.

Calm…

Where once the screams tore the skirting.
And curled like smoky fingers,
Round the fittings.
The dust drifts out on the duster flag,
Fluttering out of the window,
Taken by the breeze.

There is light again in the silent corridors.
Chastised places,
Constantly chased by faces,

Invisible as a lover’s kiss.
Forever etched in ink and wood,
Memories are swept up with the broom,
A small, dark, box, room.

Calm…

That’s where I used to go,
My special place.
Calm,
And warm,
Hidden from the fray,
Safe for a day.

Strange lonely girl.
But I was never lonely to me.