In the light of Monday’s post on the power of tears, it seemed useful to republish this poem.
Fear of Falling
02/01/2015 by Pete Hulme
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Oh.
Were you by any chance a literal “child of the basement,” Pete?
That is, did you like to spend, or did you perhaps by necessity spend a lot of time playing, staying, and exploring a basement (or basements, plural)?
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Very pertinent question! For part of an answer see my poem ‘The Cellar.’
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But of course.
This goes beyond your memories of war, Pete. I think. I’m running out the door, so I cannot explore it further, though I’d like to.
Here is something I wrote a long time ago:
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Early spring
Magic grows on windowsills
Sown by the eyes of
Abandoned children
Seeds of the basements
Pregnant with yearning
Anemic shoots ascend into
Silence
Higher and higher
To reach the one
Who does not exist
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Seeds of the basement. There is a reason beyond the obvious and material, I think.
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A powerful and moving poem, Emma. We’re both rushing around with other things right now, and I don’t have time to say anything much, but I’m really glad you shared that.
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