TE20 Migrant Mosaics
Passport to Here and There (excerpt) Grace Nichols
If I Were to Meet
If I were to meet the ghost of my childhood running with slipping shoulder-straps and half-plaited hair beside a brown expanse of memorising water and the mellow faces of wooden houses half-hidden by a weave of coconut, mango, guenip trees. I would say this was her childscape this was where she was shaped like first words formed on slate –
A raw and lyrical landscape that witnessed her carelessness of death, her fall from tree, her near muddy-pool drowning and how nothing seemed to separate her from anything – 11
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