Konya

Konya

“You are a rose
A white rose”
He said somewhere in my head
Like the swirl of white skirt
The stars move always

–  Joan Walsh, Konya, Turkey, April 2003.

 

Cappadocia / Goreme

I have no photographs
Or drawings
To show you of a Neapolitan
Ice cream valley
Called Rose
It was twilight
An unseen sunset
When I got to the bottom floor
And walked fast
Past a woman and man
Calmly clipping vines anew for spring
At twilight I sat and ate
Beige dog chases an uncovered
Beige fox
A white flash before my eyes
Told me a warning
That I was to go
My rational mind ate some more
And then I left fast
A car parked on the road
Moved slowly the other way
There was no moon that night
Only overcast grey of clouds

–  Joan Walsh, Konya, Turkey, April 2003.

 

The Green Room, Konya

When my heart breaks
Tears fall and fall
From my eyes
When my heart breaks
I sit on the side of a single bed
My hands to my head
I cry from deep inside
When my heart breaks
A fly buzzes around
Below the neon light
When my heart breaks
I am in a small green room
A concrete view from my window
When my heart breaks
It is 12.00 o’clock
It is 1.00 o’clock
It is 4.00 o’clock
I finally sleep with the light on.

–  Joan Walsh, Konya, Turkey, April 2003.

Joan Walsh, May 2015