Canvas

By Jacob Silkstone

We bent to enter the dark doorway.

Unlike Alice, we knew where everything

was: an old ottoman under the window,

the crooked table with an oil lamp

set to one side, the bureau leaning

in a corner bearing a few enamel plates,

cups made from empty margarine tins;

two metal spoons. We could find with

our eyes shut the one-burner Primus

stove and the “smut-tot” she used

when kerosene oil grew scarce.

 

It was none of these that kept drawing

us back. It was the piece of canvas

she had hung to separate her living space

from where she slept in her one-room house.

 

When time and the damp bit chunks

out of her canvas, Miss Lewis filled

the spaces with pictures she had clipped

from magazines and old newspapers:

Greta Garbo and Marilyn Monroe capsized

us with their brilliant smiles, bright blue eyes

and shiny red lipstick. How we wanted

to be like them, blond hair and all!

 

John Wayne sported his cowboy hat;

Humphrey Bogart, cigar between

his teeth, starred in a film called

Casablanca; all from a place named

Hollywood, where only the beautiful

lived, and stars shone night and day.

 

Sir Winston Churchill, hero of World War II

lived in London, just like the Queen.

London was bombed and its bridge was broken.

We hated the horrible Hitler with his strange

mustache. He tortured Jews in something

called the concentration camps.

                                *****

What passing stranger could have guessed

that in this tiny tumble-down dwelling,

small village children stood, not on a bare

dirt-floor, but tiptoe at the rim of the world.

~ Esther Phillips

Esther Phillips’ publications include ‘When Ground Doves Fly’ (Ian Randle Publishers, 2003) and ‘The Stone Gatherer’ (Peepal Tree Press, 2009). Her poems appear in several anthologies, and her work has recently been recorded for the Poetry Archive, UK. She is a Sunday columnist for the Nation Newspaper and editor of Bim: Arts for the 21st Century. She is the founder of Writers Ink Inc. as well as the Bim Literary Festival & Book Fair. In 2014, her poem ‘Word’ was selected by BBC Scotland to represent Barbados at the Commonwealth Games.

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Literature.Jun 10, 2014

Canvas

“…in this tiny tumble-down dwelling,/ small village children stood, not on a bare/ dirt-floor, but tiptoe at the rim of the world.” By Esther Phillips, part of our Caribbean writers feature.

By Jacob Silkstone