The Transit of Venus
An alternate galaxy behind your bolted bedroom door
golden moons and stars, texture the blue night walls
into blue days
Discarded toys in corners, puppets hang forlorn at angles
shadows of more innocent times before
hormones and EMINEM
lose yourself, the music the moment the music the moment
Your body changing against your will
storing secrets and swinging moods
that flash like cosmic storms
Entombed with a pyramid of clothes, shoes, angst
curtains clenched, cocooned from light
and the gravity of adult life
“Being at home can be fun, insulating, relaxed, boring or isolating ... depending on how the day is going.”*
School holidays are almost over in my part of the world – six long weeks of noise and squabbling balanced by hot, lazy days at the beach or the pool with lots of daring exploits and laughter. Many of our days were spent at home, basking in simple pleasures like baking, playing games or outdoor pursuits – trying to relax the everyday routines of school-morning bustle and ‘having to be somewhere on time’. However pleasant, I must admit to being relieved that life gets back to normal next week, and I can reclaim some of my own time for writing again!
* From Being Mummy by Anne‑marie Taplin published April 2007