The Witness

I am stepping out of my car.

The drive was short,

Yet I am now in a no man’s land,

Compared to where I was before.


I have landed in a preserved bubble of Earth

At the heart of the countryside.

The roots of my family are planted here.


I am standing where my mother grew up

And when – I close my eyes

And open them again

I am stepping out of time.


This place now appears to me

The way it must have looked

Fifty years ago,

At a time when more people

Still worked their lands to eat.


My grandmother looks fit and younger.

She is wearing a long, light blue dress

Of thick, plain cotton, under knee length,

No cleavage, reaching round around her neck.


Her white apron shows stains of milk and soil

She is rushing out of the stables and hailing

A name – two little Bella dolls are lying on the ground,


By the stairs. On the adjoining grounds, waving to her sister

Who is watching from afar, a tiny blonde head is climbing

The wooden fence, unaware a horned ram is heading her way.

She settles, looks up, then closes her eyes, and screams.


Featured image captured on July 24th, 2016 in Oze, Hautes Alpes, France, with an iPhone 5C  – HDR settings


10 Comments Add yours

  1. Marvelous post like always

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    1. Thank you, M ❤ You are the first on the line as always! Your kind support is truly appreciated.

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      1. Always. I will always be there for you

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  2. when the innocent were truly young and innocent ❤ beautiful

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    1. Thank you Carisa ❤ for reading, appreciating and leaving such a lovely comment ❤ I am delighted you enjoyed my words.

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  3. Thank you for sharing them 🙂

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  4. A gentle nostalgic trip, of imagined memories, and surprisingly ended by the ram lol I like the discord of it.

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    1. Thank you! Life in the country side was tough in 1960s ^^ The explosive cocktail of a true story told by my grand mother and a visit to my mum’s house, triggered this writing trip.

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