Sugar and Spice...

Sugar and Spice...

Ginger often got lost in the abstract views
on the other side of the bay window
in the library of the Victoria home
where she often spent the weekends with her Grandmother.
She would shimmy up onto the window seat
and fold herself like a thin decorated piece of origami paper
becoming an ethereal wisp of a girl -
like the fairy folk, princesses or other heroines
that were shelved in the closed books filling  
the exquisitely carved dark cases that lined almost every wall.
This windswept wet spring afternoon was not ideal for seeking
the rainbows that could form from
the spangling crystals of the main chandler.
It was a fine one though for allowing daydreams to turn
the twirling maple seeds into a flock of petite dragons
whose sweet fermented breath could light birthday candles
on the cakes of lords and ladies dressed
in the fine pastels of birthing seasonal colors.
Her aches of missing home would vanish
with the cacophony of crashing thunder
which created a fitting coda to her time in this room
as she would jump with a start
and search through the maze of the house
to find comfort in the older woman’s waiting arms...

JP/davh (April 22, 2012)

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/04/22/anniversary-wordle/

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Process notes: The wind in my maples, just before the rain late yesterday afternoon, actually created the power to knock off groups of seeds at a lazy pace that looked more like little tan dragons flying than helicopters twirling and that was the inspiration for ‘Sugar and Spice...’.