Return Of A Child Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Return Of A Child

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A month the room lay empty
Of all but cot and toys
Like a barren field, unstirred by wind
Or the passing of changing clouds

It was a cave without an echo,
Blank canvas. A useless space,
Littered with unused things
Cold to the touch
And hard as plastic flowers

And then a plane touched down
Morning brought a taxi to the door
And the room, like a shrivelled Phoenix
Fattened and flapped its wings

A human infant danced again in its midst
Swaying, a lissom lotus
Smiling up like a butter lamp to a shrine
Bringing the room alive with tiny cries

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