Penelope’s Pillow Book XI
Weaving destiny and playing with prose in a Half Moon haze.
Like Penelope it takes a lot to convince me, I’ve grown used to the bed and timeless days.
When sleep comes I clutch at it, It eases my heart.
The Cailleach comes to me with her laughing voice, she always sounds her age.
I scold her for disturbing my slumber.
Does she think she can always trick me?
Well, not this time, my new Aeyla pillow is far too seductive… Like his broad chest.
‘I’m telling you he’s here’
I bury my face deeper into the microfibre, it smells of clover earth, cream and tobacco.
‘He’s always been here, you just didn’t realise’
It’s a good job she’s who she is. Getting away with always telling me things I don’t want to hear.
‘Look up, see for yourself -
See!’
The souls of the dead pass, the thirst for sacrifice suddenly quenched.
It rises within me, trepidation, joy, light. The flocks of the Sun side stepped.
The edge of the pillow feels dark and damp.
I think she might be right this time.
…I knew you would return through the River Of Ocean.