A family of food in memorandum
I step into the cold, grey box
water drips dow the walls, starting it’s journey in the roof but never quite making it to the floor
it freezes somewhere along the way
making icicle artwork that no one will enjoy.
“We have green, red or blue” he shouts from somewhere down the back
what do you want mijn lieve?
I want all three but I am shy and grateful and excited, too excited.
I stare at the grey concrete floor, eyes scrunched tightly closed
wishing for anything, hoping he will not take my shyness as rudeness
I step into the shadowy, patterned hallway
Sulfur crested cockatoo stares menacingly down at me from the wall
he cannot screech but his gaze holds meaning enough
The brocade patterned wall starts chiming
Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong,Dong,
revealing ornate timber cuckoo clock that was almost swallowed by the patterned wall
but has now made itself known with its call.
welkom heten. Kiss kiss.
Mijn Oma begroet mijn mama en papa
We step into another room
more patterned than the last.
red and black swirling carpet swallows our footsteps
velvet brown armchairs sit silently with brown patterned settee
Silently I stare at the table laden with cheese, roggebrood, pickle and steaming dumpling soup
but my eyes flicker longingly to the ornate glass jar hidden in the timber and glass depths of the sideboard
the lolly jar.