She...

She flashed by in sixties' red

head in sunshine, smiling

through the mystery air

all-encompassed - perfect there

Outside time now, spell was good

she passes slowly, thoughtful, up the stairs

Edwardian door open, tempting

in we go and deep inside

the gulls announce a turning tide

faraway it seems - out coastward

as we sink into darker rooms

She plays a record

spins a golden top

magnetic soul so silent

watching, listening

waiting for someone

and looking out the garden window

flower pattern 

trees and old sky

blue and bright above the city

shields the young boy

noble in high innocence

arriving in his little coat to her embrace

11-05-2009, inchicore