When I went into storage
I was size ten to twelve.
Fourteen when I came out.
Seven and fourteen years of changes,
Effectively ridiculing the storage effect.
A 15p first class stamp, a 100 watt, light bulb,
Dales professional photographs of me
with plotted Carribean hair,
wearing yellow African cloth from African days.
Norwegian Reindeer skins disintegrate
as I lift them up
All those hopes packed up.
The children’s clothes
A simpler desire for a home
All those scarfs from India
You always need a scarf in India.
Two rails still do not hold them.
A scarf a day now.
Indian tiffins galore.
Photographs of old people, look younger.
Albums of leached plastic sheet technology.
The image of ‘Your big moment, Rachel’
When as one of the flower dancers
I was centre stage, is obsolete.
Nuts, seeds, spices, all smell and taste of petrol.
What madness to store a canister of petrol.
2012 Fairweathers, Halesworth