Quantuum Girl
Photo by Elijah Lychik
There’s a child in my head
whose presence entwines
with the life I have lived
and the dreams that are mine.
I rise from my slumber
and cross the stone floor
to the rhythm of waves
back and forth on the shore
to the beat of the raindrop
on roof and on leaf
through the shimmering shadows
of hedges and trees
past rattling panes
’cross treacherous boards
that lie between me
and unspeakable hordes.
I open the door
to the room with the girl
who floats in mid-air
with arms and knees curled,
palms under her ear
midst tangled brown hair
asleep on a bed
that just isn’t there.
Now flowering bindweed
wraps round my thoughts
saying to me, “you
know not how life works.”
. . .
Written by a character in my third novel. The title had to be changed from ‘Quantum Girl’ because someone owns that trademark and wrote DEMANDING that I change it. A request would have worked much better. And I couldn’t be bothered to argue.