Poems

Foreign Words

My eyes are derelict. Infant and fresh. Absorbing foreign words, foreign faces. My mother tongue, tangled, twisted, amongst vowels of confusion. Their faces shine with welcoming eyes. A barrier present, cold and strange. Muttering, handshakes, kisses – swapped and selected. Twist of culture, language and value. Holland. 60 minutes by plane. 60 differences from home.… Continue reading Foreign Words

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