Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Blind.

From a distance, the sunlight was blinding
I saw red skirts running around and chattering.
bright smiles and peaceful hands
when they turned I saw their faces
One of them was mine
but she was a thousand years old.
They ate dusty fruits and giggled all the way home.
I stared at them from the interiors of a steaming tin furnace.
The red skirt and the white shirt are long forgotten now.
The blue corridors have eaten them up.

2 comments:

Ritayan said...

read a lot of memoirs abt school and missing them but never one such as this.....kudos.hats off.

rainsongstress said...

"i stared at them from the interiors of a steaming tin furnace."...i love the line....the red skirt and white shirts are still alive somewhere....they may be gone..but they are very much alive...i love this..<3<3