Once Died Here
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ONCE DIED HERE. Isolde looks from the window of her old bedroom; she's not been in there since they took her to the asylum years before. Tristana, her lover, is sitting on a white chair on the lawn talking to Is olde's mother. Her mother has the same pinched features, thin lips as if drawn across in ink, the narrow nose, peering eyes. Isolde smells the mustiness of the room, the curtains the same, the wallpaper fading. Her mother's eyes have a look of fear in them. Her sister sits beside her mother hawk-like, hands on the arms of the chair, eyes fixed with that steady stare. Isolde recalls the last time in the room: the night they came for her, men in white coats, the ambulance waiting, flashing lights, voices shouting, her sister crying, her father ordering this and that (the prat).
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ONCE DIED HERE.
Isolde looks from the window
of her old bedroom;
she's not been in there
since they took her
to the asylum years before.
Tristana, her lover,
is sitting on a white chair
on the lawn
talking to Isolde's mother.
Her mother has the same
pinched features,
thin lips as if drawn
across in ink,the narrow nose,
peering eyes.
Isolde smells
the mustiness
of the room,
the curtains the same,
the wallpaper fading.
Her mother's eyes
have a look
of fear in them.
Her sister sits
beside her mother
hawk-like,
hands on the arms
of the chair,
eyes fixed
with that steady stare.
Isolde recalls
the last timein the room:
the night they
came for her,
men in white coats,
the ambulance waiting,
flashing lights,
voices shouting,
her sister crying,
her father ordering
this and that
(the prat).
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Father's dead now,
good riddance,
she muses,
running a finger
down the pane of glass,
seeing her lover sitting there,
gesturing with her hands,
head tilted to one side.
Not once
did her mother visit her
in the asylum,
not a word sent
or love or concern
expressed.
She sits on the bed,
the springs complain,
the bedspread
pushes out dust.
She remembers Tristana
that first time
in the asylum,
that first meeting,
the side ward,
the nurse dragging her
along the passage,
cursing, gripping
her nightgown.
The fat nurse let her
drop by the bed;
Tristana sat on the floor
wide eyed,
opened mouthed.
Isolde had struck the nurse
with the flower vase,
smashed it,
flowers spread
across the floor.
The nurse's head bled.
Looked worse than it was.
She smiles.
They locked her up
for weeks for that,saw none,
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except the nurses
who fed
and bathed her
cruelly.
Worth it.She moves on the bed,
the springs sing.
She gets up
and goes
to the window again.
Tristana is subdued now;
the mother is talking,
moving her hands in the air
as if learning to fly.
Her sister sits crossed legged,
hands on her knees.
Dumb expression.
The mother mouths words,
moves her head
to one side bird-like.
Isolde recalls
the first kiss
on Tristana's lips.
In the toilets
off the ward,
evening time,
overhead lights
flickering.
Lips meeting,
soft, wet,
eyes closed.
They slept in
Tristana's bed
in dead of night,
close for warmth,
hands holding,
bodies touching.
The mother looks up
at the window,
her eyes empty,
hollow dark holes.She gestures to Isolde
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to come down,
her thin hand
moving icily.
Isolde walks
from the window.On the glass,
where she had breathed
breath to smear,
she had finger written,
Isolde's mind and soul
once died here.
