Unstable
UN-stabul as Mum used to say it
in her own invented
language and pronunciation
like raddy-otta-meez.
And why not.
Dad said there should be a sign
on the front door
when they were first married
but he became bilingual.
through a time when things are
un-stabul for me, unstabul
without my mum and my dad
and my Mike
bearded plaice, which it fast
became with parents, carers
and now still me.
They never met
a single grain of rice was a rouce:
Mum thought not but
Mike was adamant
about his invention.
and other tradesmen.
The architrave fades into less significance
compared to the builder, Jason, and
all his argonauts
world, missing all three of them
feeling out of touch with my
linguistic roots and routes
through the maze of decisions
so I am now unstable
ready to be blown down in the wind
or washed away in a rainstorm
or undermined by something small.
Leslie Wynne Prescot
28/05/1927 - 16/10/2020
Anthea Warwick Prescot
07/07/1928 - 28/11/2020
Mike Hitchens
07/12/1943 - 11/07/2023
Lovely folks sadly missed. Beautifully written Jane
ReplyDeleteThank you, A (for anonymous and I can guess who you are by your style :) )
DeleteThis is beautiful, Jane. It also brings back memories for me of my mum's eccentric pronunciations!
ReplyDeleteI remember our discussing that both families referred to the Radio Times the same way :)
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