Kitchen Window

Leaf 299 – Looking Back

 

Brynhild Parker - Interior (1930)

This is a poem about my old flat in Stoke Newington (see, Leaf 288 to Leaf 292). Of all our senses, I think sound, scent, and sometimes taste, have the power to convey the most evocative echoes of the past. The chimes mentioned below now hang by our front door, here in Tokyo.

 

 

Recalling the soft sound

of wind chimes, hanging

in my old kitchen window.