Theme: Remembrance

Where the Westerly Wind Blows

What I remember of the flat landscape was the immense sky, I could
see next farm miles away, smoke arising from its chimney. The wind
blew from the sea and I could taste bitter tears on window panes.
In the hollow, a lake, gone in spring, but in winter it is and ice rink and
I was going to win the world record in skating. Round and around
I skated till I had an epiphany, I was back In the city slums and poverty,
I lost the link between dream and reality, my father wasn’t a drunk;
so I skated on in a dance of denial. Tired I have won the race against
my horrors. Victorious I sat on cooling snow, one day I’ll be a captain
and master the westerly wind. A voice reaches me, five o’clock and
milking time. But the voice I hear has a dreaming quality, perhaps I’m
a child, thrown into a world of a callous god where church bells tolls
of sex abuse, shame, deaths and utter damnations.


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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