Finding the witches front room with a conch shell oil lamp.
With a shell light. A shell lit.
Arriving in daylight. Treading some concrete blocks that are fused with rock. There are three little chairs that are
cylindrical. Also concrete. The tops of the tubes are scarred. The table that the chairs are stuck around Is crumbled
on top. All are rooted to the slabs in stasis.
Behind is a door, that has been made by the wind. It leads through to another room. The other room is obscured.
Actually all that is visible where there should be a door is a little window of rock, very yellow from the facing sun.
Two gifts are left cable tied onto rusty bannisters. Without them, it is still the witches front room, but, with them,
it is kept this way. The first gift, maybe it was once some rosemary, is tied in a wreath. Now it looks very dry, but
squidgy. All browned, you can still feel the fronds squish, just from looking at it. The second gift is in a clear, plastic
sandwich bag. It’s tied up and partially filled with water. Some old herbs and flowers stick out of it.
If it was night, and if there was an oil lamp, made from a giant conch shell. Probably from Scotland, as that is
where they use such an object. Big enough to hold some oil to light, with a brown string tied so that it can be held
aloft. The flame and wick pronouncing forward. If that was when the witches living room was found, would the
light squish in and show you the other room? Or would the light cleanse the space and ruin it completely?
Just like the lady who taps from one street light to another, swinging a shopping bag, a string of oil lamps creep up
the path. Sliding in the front door and into all the corners of her house.
A dance begins. Eyes avert and search.
Eventually eyes close or lock and the scene around invokes you.
some images Eleni Parousi
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