They took away my suitcase.
There wasn’t much in it:
a book to read, clean underwear,
a nice dress for visiting hours
(no one ever comes)
and church on Sundays,
for my hands and face.
I didn’t think I’d be here long.
Now I need to fill it
with the weight
of nightmare rockery
that falls out of my head
and leaves my pillow dusty.
Kim M. Russell, 25th April 2020
On Day 25 we go back to Friday, April 25th, 2014, when Margaret introduced us to the photographer Lisa Gordon, the Willard Asylum, and the ongoing project by the photographer John Crispin, named ‘The Willard Suitcases’.
Margaret asks us to write poems in the first person that are full of personal emotion, sentiment, longing, confusion, whatever we see or feel in these photographs.
I’m merging this prompt with Kerry’s Skylover Wordlist, sourced from Dylan Thomas’s poetry collection Deaths and Entrances, from which the twenty-fifth word is ‘rockery’.