Sunday, June 1, 2014

How A Girl Gets To Your Door

I find my way by landmark--
compass points a confusion;
my map margin-ed with love poems.

The train station wasn't landmark friendly--
Signs, riveted in place by men in boots on cherry pickers,
knew me for a foreigner.

In my northern accent, I asked a woman--
By the University? Black coffee eyes? Soft lips?
Castlerock.
__________

for flash fiction 55 with hedgewitch, at Real Toads this weekend.

 

17 comments:

hedgewitch said...

A condensed travel story that manages to be more full of nuance and gorgeousness than a two-hour documentary. The heart has its own landmarks, and what do men in boots know about those?

TexWisGirl said...

so sweet. :)

Scarlet said...

Romantic.

grapeling said...

gorgeous ~

Helen said...

... travel stories for girls ~~
you-rock.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Every new relationship should be a little adventure.
Loved it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"My map margin-ed with love poems." Cool. Also love the "black coffee eyes." You say a lot in those 55!!!!

Joanna Jenkins said...

Short and sweet.

Ella said...

I love your symbolism in this poem!
Yes, more map poetry, please! ;D

Lolamouse said...

I love "black coffee eyes." Gorgeous and sensual. A map to the heart.

Sioux said...

"...black coffee eyes" is a gorgeous phrase. So sensuous and so searing...

Susan said...

Where landmarks are strong. Lovely.

Björn Rudberg said...

To travel that way.. if we makes notes it's just as much an inner trip as the real one.

Other Mary said...

That's the best, of not mose efficient or predictable way to travel. What is it about love poems and maps? And the black coffee eyes sounds scrumptious!

Cloudia said...

impressionistic wanderings. . . . .







Mama Zen said...

Sigh . . .

myheartslovesongs.com said...

love Rachel Faro's voice! i've never heard of her before.