Ode To An Angel
I really did dream of Manderley
except
it was late August
and the leaves had not fallen
though my heart was on the ground
it was stagnant, the air
erring on the side of distress
all my longing long gone
it was my mother’s
she saw it, too
though not as clumsy
through clear eyes and
a heart once beating.
i hope she truly loves Manderley
at peace with how vast it is
how vastness can stretch, flowing
into someone else’s dreams
how she’s infiltrated mine
my own little dreamscape
Manderley, just for us
On the coast, rocky edges
In the garden, she’s laughing
sun-soaked, drinking it in
At last, i dreamt i went to Manderley
last night
and every night since.
For my mama, whose favorite book was Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier. Manderley has been waiting for you.❤️
may your memory be a blessing, angel face. Milena Bassin (1971–2023)
