
happiness spell – fotosmith
The first two weeks of Lady’s and my “taking-up” consisted of me appreciative of the sex but telling her we had no future due to the 27-yr age gap.
She ignored me, just as she’d ignored my GO AWAY unwelcome mat outside my door.
One day after she left, I discovered a plate with a circle of sliced mangoes with a scoop of pomegranate seeds in the middle, slick wet red juice oozing down across thick yellow mango moistness.
I thought “Aha, a love spell if I’ve ever seen one” and gingerly carried it into the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet.
Didn’t do no good. In two weeks she had a key. Two more she’d moved in. Five months later we married the day after her divorce and four months after that we left the country for 31 months of foreign lands.
It’s near time to start book two, write about all that.
One of my favorite memories is Lady jumping on the outside of a train in Poland that was leaving the station without us . . . she clung on the side hanging from the roof of the car, her feet dangling below the open door, her too-heavy backpack pulling her down, me running along the concrete platform behind her trying to lift her and her pack into the car. Finally got on and in our seats and I start wondering if we’re on the right train because everything is in an unknown language as she tells me she’d broken a fingernail and I’m amazed it wasn’t her neck.
Anyway I found a small folded note (see fotos) on the floor of the nook, opened it, and found this happiness spell in Lady’s handwriting.
So maybe I was right about the pomegranate seeds and mango.
A Simple Machine
No mango from the shadow
No ghostings from the closed
But kisses for your shoulder
I certainly do enclose
I dance about your shadow
Re-hang in velvet drape
Your renovated altar
Your greatness to relate
From former fog I scurry
To your two as one
What gestates in ambiguity
Becomes footnote to bronze
– Smith, 2005

happiness spell – fotosmith