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.
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for flash fiction 55 with hedgewitch, at Real Toads this weekend.
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?
ReplyDeleteso sweet. :)
ReplyDeleteRomantic.
ReplyDeletegorgeous ~
ReplyDelete... travel stories for girls ~~
ReplyDeleteyou-rock.
Every new relationship should be a little adventure.
ReplyDeleteLoved it.
"My map margin-ed with love poems." Cool. Also love the "black coffee eyes." You say a lot in those 55!!!!
ReplyDeleteShort and sweet.
ReplyDeleteI love your symbolism in this poem!
ReplyDeleteYes, more map poetry, please! ;D
I love "black coffee eyes." Gorgeous and sensual. A map to the heart.
ReplyDelete"...black coffee eyes" is a gorgeous phrase. So sensuous and so searing...
ReplyDeleteWhere landmarks are strong. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteTo travel that way.. if we makes notes it's just as much an inner trip as the real one.
ReplyDeleteThat'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!
ReplyDeleteimpressionistic wanderings. . . . .
ReplyDeleteSigh . . .
ReplyDeletelove Rachel Faro's voice! i've never heard of her before.
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